Thinking…about a moment.
You know those moments in life where you are simply
overwhelmed? Not in the I’m going to literally die this dead week sort of a
way, but that beautiful sense of overwhelming…something…something that is too
good to put into words….it washes over you unexpectedly, and just for a brief
second you wish you could stop time and space and hold on to that moment? It
usually happens on top of a mountain, in the middle of a thunderstorm, or on
Christmas morning….but sometimes…oh sometimes…it happens in the most ordinary
of times. When you’re curled up in bed hurting, sipping delicious coffee, or
holding someone’s hand.
Well this morning was a sometime morning for me. And like
usual, my moment was entirely and completely unexpected, composed of a swirl of
memories from yesterday and the past few weeks, little scattered pieces,
moments, of friendship hitting me all at once.
The thing about these little pieces of friendship, some
brightly colored, others subtle and calming, some smooth, others rough, is
this: They may be little in themselves, but together…together they make a
beautiful mosaic of community.
I look close and there, there are the broken, bright, aching
pieces of myself and of those close to me. I see pain, I see joy, I see
reality, I see hopes and dreams, I see encouragement, I see fear.
I step back.
…
This is my moment.
Here I stand taking in this mosaic, this picture, this
masterpiece of friendship and community, of LOVE.
My breath catches in my throat, anyone’s would really.
It is just so
beautiful.
…and I am a part of it.
These past few weeks it seems like a number of our hearts
have been aching…Struggling to understand our individual pain, fear, and
confusion, but not struggling alone. No, this we share, just as we share
laughter, vegetables, joy, and tea.
A dear friend’s words echoed in my soul, “Fight for love in
a hopeless place”…and boy do we fight like hell. Not just for ourselves, but
for each other.
How many people can say they belong to a community like
that?
I don’t want to miss this
before it is gone. I don’t want to wait until life has pulled all of us our
separate ways to acknowledge how brokenly perfect and rare this community is…
So step back with me, just for a “moment” and take it in…See
the pieces of yourself in this mosaic, and hold on to it. Because well, we may
never be a part of a community quite like this ever again…
And that is something
to be thankful for.
Thanks for taking the broken, confused, and joyful pieces of
myself and making them into something so beautiful.
I love you guys.
