It’s been seven years since Moses and I have been together. Time is a funny thing. Its either never enough or too much. Its slow or fast. Either way we can never get it back. When I think of all the phone calls and all the tears that have been shed in the past seven years it seems surreal. However, I still living this life.

Moses and I thought we would have a kid or two by now, in the same country. My plans and expectations never work out the way I want them. It can be frustrating, but I am quickly reminded of a story of Jacob and his wives.

The Bible story is found in the beginning of the Bible because Jacob is a forefather of Israel. Jacob saw a beautiful woman named Rachel and he wanted to marry her. Because of cultural and societal expectations, he worked for her. Seven years. Worked. Labored in the fields with feces and animals. A plot twist and fourteen years later he gets Rachel. There are more details to the story, but I get stuck on the time it took for Jacob to get Rachel. I know how he feels. As you read the story its just words from the past. The next sentence of the story took fourteen years. Jacob lived it. I’m living it.

I prayed to God for years that my story would not be like Jacob. Cried and begged to God that Moses and I would not be separated for seven years. I felt hopeless many times. But those facts are in the Bible. That story is in the Bible. Details that are there to encourage me. Jacob got Rachel- it just took time and work. The end of the story is that Jacob and Rachel are blessed. God was in control. God knew it would take more than seven years for Jacob to get Rachel. He knows when Moses will get to the USA. God blessed Jacob and Rachel; He will bless us. He is faithful and Good.

One day soon I know Moses and will be together. I can’t give a timeline. I can’t have an expectation. I can only have faith. I know he will come. God will bless us. Even if it takes another seven years. God is simply writing the next sentence of our story.

-Mar