I’m sad. Over the last six weeks, three of my friends have decided to leave our faith-community. One of them informed me of his decision several weeks ago. I could see it coming, but just hearing it from him really broke my heart. He’s very dear to me and my family. We still see each other several times a week, but there has been a significant hole in our community times together. I’ve missed his wit, his insights, his challenges and especially just seeing him.
Last night, two more close friends informed us of their decision to join their children at their church. This is a good thing for them. Their boys are adults and leaving the home. So church will become much-needed “family time” for them. I respect their decision and would probably do the same if I were in their position. But it still saddens me. We’ve spent two and a half years building a deepening friendship. I really hope we don’t drift apart. But it will be very difficult not to considering our busy suburban lifestyles.
I hate good-byes. I cry at the end of novels and movies when friends part company. My personality is such that I prefer a few close friends over a bunch of acquaintances. So, these moments strike very deeply for me. My oldest son is similar to me in this way. He’s experiencing similar changes in friendships as well as he steps closer into young adulthood. I could see the pain in his eyes. So we prayed together last night.
On top of all that, my youngest child turns six years old tomorrow. I’m happy for him. He loves growing up. But I’ve had to say good-bye to my baby. I love the young boy he’s becoming, but I miss my baby.
Oh man, here come the tears…