Awesome friends

Our summer vacation here in Vancouver has flown by so quickly. We have one week left before we have to leave. Last year, leaving our friends was tough enough. But I think this year will be even harder.

When we arrived to Vancouver this time around, I remember telling Michelle one night after we had hung out with our friends (I think Allen and Hannah) that if our friends were crappier, it would be so much easier to leave at the end of summer. The reality is just the opposite: our friends are awesome and hanging out with them this time around has made us realize how much we miss them.

I don't think I fully realized this until yesterday when we partook of communion together at church. After an intense sermon on how we are called to grow with our family at church through both the good and trying times, we were invited up to take the communion elements at the front. It was so cool to share communion in the church I've grown up in, but what was especially impacting was to see all the familiar faces mixed with all the new faces I had never seen before. As the course of people lined up for the bread and the wine, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming emotion of joy, love and affinity. There was joy and love for these people were my brothers and sisters. These are the people I've grown with, laughed with, cried with and, most of all, followed Christ with. There was a love for the new members and young teens I didn't even know the names to- a reverant disregard for unfamiliarity. As long as we shared the same elements and share the same cross from which grace flows, we share an affinity because we have pledged fellowship and commitment to walk together as a family.

That moment was surreal. My heart wanted to explode. It went by too quickly.

For the joy I felt was all-too-soon replaced with the realization of how much I missed home. My heart had ached for this in Hong Kong and I hadn't even known. And there in that familiar seat in our sterile, off-white walled box where my heart belongs, my soul languished for what I would miss when we leave again.

My mother-in-law recently mentioned that it gets harder as you get older to make good friends who will speak into your life. And though I'm not old enough to fully live out the truth of this adage, this I do know: that I've been blessed to have these relationships in my life thus far. And these good friends have not only spoken into my life, they've filled it with unspeakable joy and given me the courage to strike out and take a step in life. They have challenged me to grow, to be a better person, and to follow Christ more heartily than I ever knew I could.

I wish my friends were crappier, so leaving Vancouver would be so much easier. But they're not. They're awesome. And for that, I'm thankful.