I Am Not Alone.

This past weekend a new friend asked me what the hardest part of my journey is. Without hesitation I explained how hard it is to constantly be meeting new people, working with new churches, and living with new families. Sometimes the loneliness is exhausting. I miss having a community of people who know me and are on this journey with me, and some days I have to remind myself why I’m even doing this.

Then he asked me what the best part of my journey is. That made me laugh; I proceeded to tell him how exciting it is to constantly be meeting new people, working with new churches, and living with new families. Yes, it’s difficult to not share this with people who have been with me through my entire journey, but what’s really special about my experience is that I get to bring so many people along with me, even if it’s just for a brief moment in time. Every family, every venue, every band, every church, and all of the friends I make on the way are leaving their fingerprints on my life, and leaving their chapter in my story.

IMG_9871

I’m learning how alone I’m not. My weeks are filled with lunch dates, park adventures, birthday parties, sporting events, random French places, sandwich places, coffee places, art shows, swing dancing, Goodwills, late night QT runs, and so many other special experiences with new friends I wouldn’t have if I stayed one remote place. I hear stories of lives I wouldn’t have met anywhere else, and even if some are brief, I will never forget these relationships. I have family, everywhere. I have friends, everywhere. I have community, everywhere. Although they might be different from the ones I had the week before, I know I am lacking nothing.