Communion, tears…

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Yesterday at church it was all I could do not to sit and sob the entire service.  It was Communion Sunday, the first Sunday of the month.  This Sunday was special, and sweet.  Both our boys chose to receive the Sacrament for the first time.  It’s a big step.  A public declaration of their faith, as they understand it.

I was so glad they chose to do this, and at this particular church, which has been so much our home. 

As I waited for them to go up for Communion, the dam broke, and I couldn’t keep the tears at bay. 

We love this church.  Our friends and our pastor-friends (Cathy and Jim), have been such a comfortable fit.  We have been welcomed and loved without reservation.  It has been a wonderful 2 years.  Far too short. 

So that is why I cried.  Happy for my boys.  Sad for myself, my family. 

Because I don’t know when we will again get to share this Sacrament, this expression of our faith, with these friends.

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About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

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  1. Wow Sandie, what a wonderful morning!! What a special memory you will all take with you.

    I’m grieving for you, to leave a wonderful place!

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