Yesterday, we attended a going away open house for some friends of ours. They are going to be missionaries in Oaxaca, Mexico. It is a bitter sweet thing to bid friends farwell, especially ones who share your faith. We will miss them so much.
I often find myself reflecting on life and death. Life is such a fragile and beautifil thing. Not fragile like piece of china easily broken but fragile like an intricately carved sculpture. Yes, the sculpture can be broken easily but more importantly, the artist took great care in every detail and each time you look you see something new. Life is like that. It seems every time I look into the life of a friend, I see a new detail that I hadn’t noticed before. It is a beautiful and frightening thing because time moves forward, people move in and out of our lives, people die and if we are not careful we miss some of the detail our creator put into each individual.
I will miss Matt & Rachael. I will miss Rachael’s candor and dry humor. I will miss her beautiful smile and encouraging spirit. I will miss the beautiful marriage that she and Matt had. I will miss watching their fantastic boys grow and blow my mind with their thoughts and mannerisms. I will miss their willingness to share with us and the privilege we had to hold hands and pray together.
Yes, I know I will probably see them all again, but it will never be the same. I am not a big fan of change, especially when it hurts. God’s working on that in me. Change is what brings me to my knees before him.
I am never able to express myself when my friends leave to move forward with the plans God has for them. I find myself stumbling and just wanting to stand and look in their eyes for a while. Just trying to communicate how proud I am of them and how very much I will miss them.
So here. Matt & Rachael, you both have impacted our lives deeply. We have been blessed to watch you grow through good times and bad in your marriage. Rachael, thanks for teaching me how to handle a collicky baby. Thanks for showing me that it’s okay to have a slightly disorganized house when the babies are little. Thanks for showing me how to love my husband and my children instead of putting on a performance. Thanks for being one of my good friends and helping me through my cancer by being a mother to my children some days. You can’t know how much that meant to me and how comforting it was to know they were safe and loved. Thanks for being real with me and trusting me with the ”essence of you”. Matt, thanks for loving my T and for respecting him. Thanks for working beside him, cutting firewood and challenging him in his walk with God. Again, you can’t know how grateful I am that God blessed us with friends like you. We love you and we are praying for you!
Life moves forward, God made it so. How easy it would be for me to get comfortable in my rut and forget to turn to my Creator and Daddy for meaning. How easily I forget to worship him and honor him for the magnificent details of life.
Dear Daddy God~Thanks for allowing me to see the little things that make people special. Thanks for blessing me with great friends that I can spend eternity with but more importantly, thanks for letting me be a part of their lives and allowing me to get a glimpse of the plans you have to bring other’s into your fold. You are merciful and Holy and I love you!
Amen