It's been years since my old youth group was all together. Far too many years. I found out more people read this blog than I realized when at least four conversations went along these lines.
Them: So, how long are you in for? Are you staying with your parents?
Me: Oh, just tonight with Mom and Dad. Can't be away from home much longer than one night. My husband misses me too much
Them: And where will Pinky be sleeping tonight?
Because they read this.
I really should stop writing embarrassing things about myself on the internet. Not that it really matters with my old friends, though. They've seen me at my absolute worst point in my life - adolescence and church camp.
I got to squeeze this baby, and chat with this friend about hair thingies and BlackBerries. Uncle NinjaJohn entertained Zesty, even unto the winding up of Zesty to the point of distraction. This old friend has a lovely new girlfriend whom I adore. I found out The Muffin's mom thinks paying for a semester-long youth outing isn't what she had in mind when The Muffin went off to Gateway.
Speaking of Gateway, my former campus pastor was at the funeral. So good to see him - his wife was my prayer partner, and I just love them to pieces.
Some darling young ladies kept Zesty in the nursery for me. thanks girlies! I hope he didn't terrorize you too much.
Me and another remarried friend rejoiced about God bringing new love to difficult situations - so many things to be thankful for.
My former Sunday School teachers squidged Pinky, wrapped us in bear hugs, and generally made me feel like I'd never left home.
My former Pastor wanted to know why we all don't come around more often. I reminded him that he taught us well to be faithful to our churches ... he remarked that good teaching can sometimes come back to bite the teacher ...
All that precious friendship, and a beautiful celebration of a saint going home to be with Jesus? I couldn't have asked for a better week.
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And last night at church there were several people who asked why you had to leave so soon. They, also, asked when you would be back and would you please let Mr. Lemon come the next time.
Love the post title, Mrs. Lemon. It is so wonderful when a funeral can be a celebration of the passing of a precious saint of God.
Reading about your reconnecting with friends and family from your home church made me miss them, too! :-( I'm thinkin' that we are going to have to be headin' north sometime SOON!
So glad you had such a wonderful visit even if it was short. Please let me admonish you to go back soon for a longer visit AND take Mr. Lemon with you! :-) ((HUGS))
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