Yesterday was my last Sunday at the little church I've attended since living in this community. Several times throughout the service I had people speak their goodbyes and during "passing of the peace" many hugs were shared all around. I have surprised myself a little at how little sadness I've felt through this whole process. Usually on the last Sunday before we moved, my whole family would be in tears. I don't think it has anything to do with a lack of feeling connected with this community. I do feel so much love for these people, but this whole process this time around feels more like a celebration than anything else, especially during the church service. I feel so grateful for my experience here, but I also feel very prepared and excited about moving on to a new experience. Two years of service after college was the right thing to do. Of that I am so self-assured, but now it is time to get back into school. I feel so much more empowered by the experiences I've had and look forward to exploring my discipline now with new eyes. I am very hopeful and so the tears haven't come.
Just, Margaret
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