To have the being closest to oneself leave home for a place less desirable... Oh, how it breaks the heart of the one left behind. The one closest in age, in heart, in familial love-- gone.
Everywhere one looks, there is a vacancy that only that one could fill.
He used to sit here.
That place is where he spent much of his time.
Here is where he kept his most treasured possessions.
Yet those he values more than familial ties, more than any of his possessions-- more than life itself-- are from another place. And so, he leaves, not knowing whether he will return.
Father, thank You for giving me a glimpse into Your heart tonight. Thank You for reminding me that there is nothing I will ever go through that You have not already experienced. Thank You for Your amazing grace. Such infinite love You have for me I cannot comprehend...
