Read Between the Lines

Sun, Jun. 22

... Into this grave I must descend

It's so weird that today was my last Sunday at church for two months. Last year, when I left for the summer, it was a much bigger deal, and I knew I was leaving. I mean, I was overseas, across the continent, and very not close to home. This year, I'll be back every weekend--it just won't be on Sundays--and I'll be within 5 hours of home.

But I'm gone for 8 weeks. Eight Sundays will pass before I spend a Sunday morning in my church again. That's really weird, and I always miss it.

I love my church, and I love the fact that it's a home base that I can always come back to. I love keeping in touch with everything that's going on there, knowing who people are and what they're doing, having the knowledge of the ministries and what's new... those things are all part of what make it home.

It's great going to new churches, and realizing that God's church is so much bigger than just my congregation, but it's always good to be home. I love coming back. The first Sunday after being gone is always somehow sweeter.

Although, this year feels different. Because I'm not going so far away. I don't feel like I'm having to say goodbye to everyone to the same extent that I did last year, even though the chances are good that I won't see a lot of them for two months, even though I'll be back in town on weekends.

It just doesn't feel real that Laurel and I leave in a week. Less than a week. A week from now, we'll be setting up our first VBS.

And the first people for my sister's open house are here, so I should go be social.
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posted at 4:00 p.m.

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