I am feeling a little lost in this post-Soul61, post-festivals, post-best-friend world... We're done with the course, we're back from the sixteen days of camping, and Daddy asked me to not talk to my best friend for the foreseeable. Last time He did this, I didn't see him for 5 months, but we at least got to talk once a week. I don't think that's an option this time.
I am trying to house-hunt and pack and move in with an aunt who doesn't want me for long and say all the goodbyes as people leave to start their new adventures. All I can see is the sadness at the end of the season, and none of the excitement at the new.
Worship just brings up the tears and pain and grief, so I am avoiding it a little. I love Him, I do. I think I had slightly forgotten the cost of radical obedience in the concrete rather than the abstract, but here it is again. And it will come, again and again and again. But it will be worth it, to see the Kingdom come on earth.
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