Sunday, April 24, 2016

This thing called life

I couldn't sleep Friday night. The fullness of the week hit hard when I had time to quiet.

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."

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