I consider his words, consider uprooting myself from this place–from these people, and it hurts. "I don't think moving is the answer," I reply. "It would feel like running, and there is nothing here I want to run from."
Weeks later I am on the phone with a friend, recounting this conversation to her. "You can run or you can dig in," she says, "those are the two ways to get out of a rut." Her words are true, and they confirm the direction I have chosen to go. Not that it was a hard decision.
I choose to stay. I choose to dig in. I choose to invest in the people, in the relationships that seem to multiply weekly. How did I get here? How am I suddenly surrounded by so many incredible people? Though if I consider consider the road I've walked, these people have not appeared so suddenly. Looking back I see how many different intersections I've crossed, the ways our paths have joined and continued on in the same direction. I wonder if this is how Paul felt when he would sit down to write his letters to the churches, thanking God for them and for their faithfulness. What a gift it is to be surrounded by these people, to love and be loved by these people, to serve with these people, to simply encounter them, even if only briefly.
This week, I am so very thankful...
- For the high school leaders and the way they love the students.
- For the high school students, for their beautiful hearts and the ways they struggle to love and serve the Lord.
- For friends, new and old.
- For a run with Sarah around a beautiful lake, and for all the conversations we had.
- For an upcoming visit to see my Dad.
- For how different my relationship with my Dad is only a year later.
- For all the different fathers my Father has blessed me with.
- For a place to share my stories and my mess.
- For getting a card in the mail from Kath.
- For the most wonderful weekend with Erica, and all the subsequent phone calls, emails and texts.
- For the way he holds my hand.