Today Ben and I were both a little mournful about our lost church and clergy. Yesterday, the departing military chaplain who was part of our church came by with the altar and icon of Jesus that he had been storing before he left for his new post in Texas. So we have the remains of the church in our garage.
Ben and I were singing the doxology and he was reminding me that we sang it every week before he took the offering up.
Kyri was listening to "I Can Only Imagine" and upon hearing "Will I dance for you Jesus?..." went and put on her ballerina clothes and danced so beautifully it brought tears to my eyes.
So we mourned a little. Which was probably good. We have lost a lot over the last year or so and it has been such an agonizing process that I've become rather numb to it all. And today I was sad that wherever we find ourselves for Holy Week services, nothing will be familiar. We will be new and the place will be new and the people will be new. There's nothing wrong with new. But I'm missing the familiar.
2 comments:
We're in the same boat and I know exactly what you mean!
You know we are in the same situation, too. We are still praying for you as well.
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