Today is the Spring Festival. In the middle of our gathering, my mom went home. I feel a little sad, though not surprised, she often does this. Both of us have very little sense of belonging. What saddens me most is how little connection we share. Yet, deep down, I also feel that pain is part of the journey we must walk to reach where we are meant to be.

Another strong feeling I’ve had this week is how much I miss my solitude with the Lord. I miss the simple, steady rhythm of life where I could spend time with Him, both alone and alongside my husband. I also miss talking with His disciples, those who have walked further along this path and can offer wisdom and guidance.

“But how can they call on him to save them unless they believe in him?
And how can they believe in him if they have never heard about him?
And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them?
And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent?
That is why the Scriptures say, ‘How beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news!’”
— Romans 10:14-15 (NLT)

Lord, I know You have sent me to share the good news. I just feel a little drained. Please refresh me!