three purple hearts

It’s Sunday morning again. It’s Sunday morning and I am very aware of it. It’s Sunday morning and it is finally not only grief that dawns. For so long, there has been a sadness that has come with a Sunday morning sunrise. Though there are no duties associated with this day anymore, that loss has been heavy. Though there are still places where people gather, I notice the weight of the lack of community in this time and space of the week more often than most others. This Sunday feels a bit different… and I’m not fully sure why. Maybe it is the space in my heart that has been growing with the steady presence of those who truly want to deeply know and be known. Maybe it is the beauty that comes with the darkening sky of my time in ministry with the spiritual family of origin into which I always hoped I would really fit someday. As the sun sets on another chapter in life even as so many new things are dawning, it seems to be important to hold space for those who have already crossed into th...

 

This last two weeks has been a whirlwind of activity. As it has drawn to a close, endings are on my   heart. A look back at the endings of the past... the knowledge that these will not be the last... and an accounting of the blessings that have come with being willing to endure the pain of them to continue living into who we were created to be. It is so strange to think that we only lived two years in this home. The growth we saw as individuals and as a family seemed much greater than two years could hold. But here we are, looking back with the advantage of hindsight, seeing the grace that brought us here and the space it holds out ahead of us as we go. Thank you to all who have been part of our Kansas City journey. We are so glad that leaving a beloved home does not mean that the people are gone. Time moves on and we will look forward to seeing you and celebrating life whenever we see you again. Breathe in memories, breathe out hope. I love you all.