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Last night I met at the Midtown building for JJ's going away party.
I greeted old friends I haven't seen in years
I hugged them and said, "This makes my heart feel good."
They hugged me back
and we all knew
that what we had five years ago can never be replicated
or replaced.
And we're all hurting inside
because our family has been divided.
I think I figured it out. I think that my hurt began when I realized my church family has been torn apart, and we're all still broken and hurting, with no direction.
We reflected on JJ's time here in Holland. We ate - Old School Maple Avenue Potluck style (wish I weren't a vegetarian, I miss some of that fried chicken!) And then we sang.
We gathered around the piano, CJ played the first three notes of "My Life is In Your Hands" and I lost it. I could not stop crying - everything was so clear and yet I still felt a mess. I was overwhelemed with familiarity, my heart seemed like it wanted to burst from aching for the past 5 years. I was crying for community lost, for community I haven't found in so long. I was crying for what I've become, for what I've left in the past.
I was able to talk with some old friends - friends I haven't seen in a while, friends that had news about other old friends... like one who is married and changing her life, and said she misses me.
Healing starts now.
I greeted old friends I haven't seen in years
I hugged them and said, "This makes my heart feel good."
They hugged me back
and we all knew
that what we had five years ago can never be replicated
or replaced.
And we're all hurting inside
because our family has been divided.
I think I figured it out. I think that my hurt began when I realized my church family has been torn apart, and we're all still broken and hurting, with no direction.
We reflected on JJ's time here in Holland. We ate - Old School Maple Avenue Potluck style (wish I weren't a vegetarian, I miss some of that fried chicken!) And then we sang.
We gathered around the piano, CJ played the first three notes of "My Life is In Your Hands" and I lost it. I could not stop crying - everything was so clear and yet I still felt a mess. I was overwhelemed with familiarity, my heart seemed like it wanted to burst from aching for the past 5 years. I was crying for community lost, for community I haven't found in so long. I was crying for what I've become, for what I've left in the past.
I was able to talk with some old friends - friends I haven't seen in a while, friends that had news about other old friends... like one who is married and changing her life, and said she misses me.
Healing starts now.