Hope You'll Return: Here In My Life

This is part of a series in which I discuss my personal dismays in moving to another country.

As I write, I'm hearing "Here in My Life" by Hillsong. Why?

Today's my mom's birthday. I won't tell her age. I was gonna go to a youth visit to Juncos, a nearby town, but I didn't go to stay home. As I write, I am happy that my mom has another year of blessings, but sadness is also in my heart. (OOOHHH, DEEP!)

We saw my dad a half-hour ago in a webcam. He was in my uncle's home after going out and eating sushi. We laughed (without the mic on, but we saw everybody) about papi's jokes and his friends'. We had a good time. But he was sad. It's the first time so long that they're apart. Mom was also sad. Now, as I write, sadness enters in me. I guess it's called... compounged. I know, yes, that this moving thing must suck to you since I blab about it every day here, but the wait has just rubbed out on me.

The only thing that has maintained us afloat -and for me, sane- is God. Even though I'm the only Christian in my household, that doesn't mean that hope is not in our vocabulary. I don't talk alone like the crazies (and I'm in queque!), because I know He is in me, with me and over me. I know that this waiting will pay off. I just don't know when. (For starters, I do not consider this a trial.) But, this will maintain strength:

No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame, but they will be put to shame who are treacherous without excuse. (Psalm 25:3)