My husband is in construction. For many years it provided for our family pretty well…the work was consistent. Now it is a hit or miss thing and you have to go to where the work is. So this morning Brad left to go work out of town. I have to say, I felt pretty strong about it last week, but this morning we woke up to dreary weather and snow…and a nasty cold. I found it hard to see him drive out of that driveway. Do you ever “Feel” abandoned but you know you ARE NOT being abandoned? This is what I am fighting today. Brad’s sacrifice is so great…he is the one who has to live out of a suitcase. He is the one who has to sacrifice his comfort in home to make sure we can pay the bills. He is the one who misses seeing his kids every day and laughing with them at silly things. He misses parts of growing up that I do not because I am here. So I am writing this to put voice to my fight. I will choose to walk in thankfulness that he has work to do, that he is willing to do it and that he loves us. I will pray for his spirit that he does not become discouraged and lonely. I will tell him good stories and make him laugh. I will love him no matter what.