Symphony. That's life.
We are down to two Sundays left here. Two. It's wild to think about. There's an underlying excitement. A buzz along the skin. A hum in the blood. Looking forward. Charging into the unknown. (Feel free to start singing - if you know you know).
And, with that excitement, there's a sadness. Tears that threaten. Hearts that squeeze and ache. Sighs as thoughts overtake you. The prospect is bittersweet. But the future is bright.
Jer gave his farewell at church today. This man is a walking emotion. I always joke that he and the teenager have all of them and I just wrangle them. I sat in the sound booth watching every emotion crawl across his face. The catch in his throat sent me launching myself out of seat. Down the stairs I flew like a flash. Tossed open the doors. Hastened to his side.
Gripping his hand, I could feel his breath steadying and his heart rate calm. I'm his rock. His steadying force. His lighthouse. I stood beside him as he shared the next steps in our journey. While most of the people in the room knew, many didn't know just how soon life was seriously changing.
Christmas Eve will be our last Sunday at Christian Hills Church. The last time I walk up those steps to the worship stage. The last time I laugh at our worship team antics. The last time I look out from the stage and into the faces of people I have had the pleasure of calling family for a decade. It will be end of a chapter. A beautiful, full, memory filled chapter.
It will be bittersweet.
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