Dear God,
so it's over. surreal, really. that there are no more meetings, no more plannings, no more rehearsals. i suppose it's true, we are creatures of habit and. more than that, i'm saying what i honestly thought i never would: i miss it. although i guess if i'd thought about it a bit more i would have known all along i would, ultimately. serving You brings a joy and ache in transposition.
bet You're pleased i confess that =Pp i really never thought i would though! it was dreadful along the way, the troughs and trudgings that meant for a period, i dreaded checking my mail. i determined to never, ever, serve again- i'm so glad i'm wrong :) that i find myself willing to take leave for the next children's camp.
it's over, it's over. feels like i lost more weight during the course, which would be kind of messed up. and my voice is a mortality count, along with my pride and rebelliousness. ohwell. these things have multiple lives.
thank You, for who You are. that Your Body here on earth is such a beautiful one- when it comes together and lives for You. a tiny glimpse/a dark shadow of the magnified gloriousness of eternity, when we are wonderfully righteous, never more to fall. i can't, can't, can't, can't wait for that day, Father. :)
i love love love love love You.
Amen.
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