Our move has entered the phase of goodbyes. The past few days have been jam-packed with quality friend time which almost always involves food and ends with lots of hugs. In a lot of ways, it’s been like a funeral, which I guess is only natural. After all, I am dying to one life and moving on to the next. (It must be all that preparation I did for my Baptism prep classes that direct me to this conclusion.) Honestly, I’m really enjoying the commradary.
Every hug, every encouraging word and even the sad faces lift me up. They are prayers in action, wrapping me in the protective warmth of my collective community, like a warm sweater to keep me warm as I set out from this place. With all this, how can I feel sad? I am loved; I am so blessed.