tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post6108757202728486065..comments2023-09-30T10:55:24.361-04:00Comments on Cheryl's Treehouse: How far is too far?Jada's Gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16788954125336097153noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post-60510664677108618422014-11-21T03:42:52.900-05:002014-11-21T03:42:52.900-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655092557789481866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post-81684177688020661922014-11-21T03:39:26.944-05:002014-11-21T03:39:26.944-05:00Thank you sister, so appropriate.Thank you sister, so appropriate.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655092557789481866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post-37624860007162995252014-11-13T00:02:03.960-05:002014-11-13T00:02:03.960-05:00Cheryl, I love this post because I can somewhat un...Cheryl, I love this post because I can somewhat understand the pain you speak of. Not nearly so many people as you and not nearly so far apart, yet separated still. On some days, my heart yearns to sit with them and talk, to wrap my arms around them and hug them closely to me. Yet, there those miles are and here I sit. Being thankful for those miles is often difficult for me, so foreign to my nature of wanting and even needing those I love close to me. Learning to be thankful for the separation I must confess has not happened for me yet; I am a work very much in progress in this area of my life and heart. Thank you for sharing your own heart so openly and honestly. It gives me encouragement.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12608123533919730726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post-41543807412228856132014-11-12T16:10:17.741-05:002014-11-12T16:10:17.741-05:00I understand completely. You also describe me in t...I understand completely. You also describe me in this post. I know my son, Seth, will come home next April but he has already been gone a whole year and I miss him so much it hurts. Literally. Now Shaun is in the developmental center for a year and I miss him terribly. I have brothers so far across the country that I have not seen in fifteen years. They just don't care. Life is harder for those of us who love so deeply and do not always get love returned to us.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10888547092318964711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post-68115833489519948202014-11-12T13:51:30.569-05:002014-11-12T13:51:30.569-05:00I am in denial. I miss people - hate that distanc...I am in denial. I miss people - hate that distance separates us - but I pretend that it's all okay because those who know Jesus will one day be with me forever - somehow. Even if we aren't always together - I know that at some point in eternity, we will be again. I'm banking on it. So...I try not to miss them. ha. As a result, I find myself pulling away from people emotionally - because I know how much it hurts when we're apart. A dear friend announced to me that she was moving - shortly after that, I started coming up with every excuse in the book as to why we couldn't get together. The pain of the upcoming separation was too much for me. I'm pitiful. I know it. I could probably be in therapy. I know that too. The end.<br />Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08812561767149616280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14863624.post-72546520021851180262014-11-12T12:19:53.955-05:002014-11-12T12:19:53.955-05:00So good, so powerful and yet quiet. Like distance...So good, so powerful and yet quiet. Like distance itself. I find myself examining my heart to ask if I am thankful for the separations in my own life. I'm not. Lord, make me able.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13205424721749375943noreply@blogger.com