April 8, 2017

I have often wondered what the word separation means?  If you look it up in a dictionary it states:  The act or process of moving apart or forcing something apart.  The separation of continents from a single landmass; the separation of railroad cars from a train, the separation of two people who truly love each other but are apart for a season.

For reasons that I still don’t quite fully understand, my husband, the father of my children, the person who has wisdom, and knowledge in areas that I can’t even comprehend is running a company in Frisco, Texas.

My husband is a businessman, a numbers guy, and a financial genesis.  Numbers go through his head like the sands of an hour glass.  I on the other hand think about music, fashion, romance, flowers, birds and mostly just being with him.  I am a true romantic and everything that makes me happy has to do with love, tenderness and compassion for other human beings.   I love on a level that far surpasses even my own understanding.

He thinks about financial security, stock, companies going public, the mortgage, bills, car insurance, medical bills and 401k’s and maybe retiring someday.

However, once in a while I see him basking in the sunlight, holding his granddaughter tight, and looking at me with his blue eyes that seem to pull me into mements  of incredible peace.

I believe that marriage is one of the hardest things that we are ever asked to do, but when done right, it is the greatest blessing in our life.

The act of becoming one with another human being gives us fortitude, strength, and a deep understanding of God’s love for us.

Over the past 4 and a half months, I have had to learn to trust God on a level that I wasn’t ready for.  I have had to believe that he knows what is best for me and that in the end, it will all be ok.

The one thing that I do know for sure is that each day I am away from my husband there is an aching deep in my soul.  A longing for my other half, my soul mate and my eternal companion.

They say that woman are angels and when someone breaks our wings we simply continue to fly, on a broomstick we’re flexible like that.

However, flying with a broomstick is hard because brooms are stiff, and straight and and kind of a matter of fact.  When an angel has two wings working at maximum capacity, it is like flying over the ocean like an eagle in search of it’s heavenly home.

In order for me to function at full capacity, at an ultimate speed, and reaching my full potential, I need to feel safe and secure in the arms of the man that I choose to marry in the house of the Lord so many, many, years ago.

There is a song called “Back For Good”  I want my husband back for good.  In the twist of separation, you excelled at being free, can’t you find a little room inside for me.  And we’ll be together, this time is forever.  We’ll be fighting, yes forever we will be, so complete in our love, we will never be uncovered again.  Want you back for good, just tell me the song and I’ll sing it, You’ll be right and understood.  Want you back, want you back for good.  I guess now it’s time that you can come back for good.

Author: lisahogge

I am mother of five, a grandmother of 5. a wife, a swim teacher, yoga teacher, Sales Lead at Chico's Boutique in Orem, Utah and a friend to all. I love warm baths, hot yoga, mountain runs and I pretty much exist on diet coke. I love to be around people, travel and eat at fancy restaurants. However, my favorite thing to do is to just be with my family( especially my significant other❤️)

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