I miss joking about cralligators and having late night talks. I miss defending the neighborhood with hockey stick “guns.” I miss being reminded that “the bird is the word.” I miss being taught how to “crank dat Soulja Boy.” I miss stressing out about our futures, not really knowing what we were going to do with our lives. I miss silly inside jokes. I miss having someone to watch awesome marching band videos with. I miss asking you to define the words you used in facebook messages because your vocabulary was far superior to mine. I miss laughing at silly jokes and using the comeback “well, so’s your face.” I miss all of these things, but mostly, I just miss having my best friend here.
the summer is coming to a close and we’ve arrived at the day I’ve been worried about for the last ten weeks. I worried that this would be too hard. I worried that I wouldn’t feel the support from my community back home, since I’m six hours away. but worrying really doesn’t get you anywhere. . . and really, there was no need to worry. my friends and I are still here for each other, looking past the distance and still remaining close.
this summer has taught me a lot and I’ve grown so much. last year, this day was difficult and I was in Grand Rapids, surrounded by my friends. this year, I’m in good ol Finneytown and still surrounded by a beautiful community, a community that has taught me that you’re family, no matter how long you’ve been around.
and it’s because of this community that I’ve been blessed with, this place that I am delighted to call home, that I rejoice. I rejoice over all of the memories I’ve made this summer and those that I will continue to make this fall. I rejoice over these people and how we’ve impacted each other. I rejoice over everything God has shown me in and through the Northminster community this summer. and I rejoice in hope for the joy that comes after the sorrow, an everlasting joy that cannot be taken from us.