A rough day at work. Thoughts on community. Changes in schedules. A storm warning and wait. Goodbyes to friends who are moving. Word that a dear friend died, so young.
I sat up late in the dark with a blanket and grieved for my friend and his family.
I grieved for Erin as she processes goodbyes and changes.
I grieved for the severance in just a matter of weeks as we leave co-op; letting go of what lies behind and reaching, straining forward, stretching out for what waits ahead.
I remembered the faces of moms who drove off last year for the last time, and I thought long on that. Transitions.
This week was full of loss.
This school year was full of loss. And it was also full of learning.
I sit with the loss and the understanding: this was the race marked out for him.
|rest, dear friend, in peace|
This is the race marked out for her.
This is the race marked out for me.
Psalm 31:14-15, ESV,
"But I trust in you O Lord, I say 'You are my God', my times are in your hands."