I cried the first time we finished the Divine Service.
The move was as fresh as yesterday. We were in a new place, a new church, a new pastor, a new life. There was no way to separate relief from the grief. For all the times I’d cried in the former life, I couldn’t deny the pain of our parting. A near decade of past pain couldn’t undo the present bond that had to break.
Our first church has found a new pastor. God has brought a new shepherd into their lives. It felt like a punch in the gut when I heard. We looked him up on Facebook right away. I’ve been saddened on and off all weekend thinking about it. I’m so happy he said yes. I’m happy the loved ones have a pastor now.
I’m glad they have another chance to be loved.