It was. And still has a bit to go before its over.
There was so much grief and sadness wrapped in with excitement and anticipation. The adventure of new things mixed in with the loss of the old ways and customary things.
Final – well not "final" is the true sense of the word but conclusive enough for now – goodbyes were said to the Friesen’s, Randall, Lauralea and Micah, as we all sort of hung around, not really wanting to be the ones to leave first. Maybe not so many tears were shed as just a sense of deep aching in the heart. These last ten years have been so good.
Beginnings took place as well. Marc begins his new adventure as our part time office /administrator/speaker on some Sunday’s person while we wait for a new pastor. He is going to do well. I appreciated what he said this morning. I think that means he is going to let God use him to take us along the next steps of the path. So this will be a good adventure with him and God.
I began teaching the youth class today as well. What a great bunch of youth. I am going to have a good time with them. We are exploring Spiritual Pathways together and the truth is that I will probably learn at least as much from them as I teach. So, this part is my little corner on the adventure too – as well as speaking about once a month.
In some ways today seemed a bit like spring – like the mother and father birds giving us the final nudge off the edge of the comfy nest, watching us spread our tiny little wings as we flap them furiously and begin flight on our own. The nice part is that there seems to be this updraft that is carrying us along. Our wings may be way too small for the job but we are helped along by a force way bigger than we are.
So, this is it. We are off and flying
solo with a lot of help. And it is, I believe, going to be good.