Last Sunday at Church Until September

This morning was my last Sunday service at Resurrection before I head north. It seems funny to say north when it still seems somewhat natural to say home. Myrtle Beach however is truly home. I can visit and I do love to visit friends and relatives both north and west, but Myrtle Beach is home. Ron, our rector, made a point of praying for my trip at all three services and the response at the end of each service was overwhelming. I was saying to Ron and some of the staff that it is clear that the plan to go north at this time was providential with my friend Allen's service happening as soon as I get to Massachusetts. At the same time it feels like I am leaving at the very time our team is growing together and the parish I think is growing together as well. I will love seeing my son and Jess, my grandson, granddaughter and great grandson. I have missed many people in Massachusetts and reconnecting will be very meaningful as well. I'm lucky to be so accepted in different worlds, and yet it is challenging at the same time. I'll love seeing Merrie next week, I'll love going north and in it's time I know I will love coming home. How can you constantly be in a place where you miss something and someplace else. That's not to even mention missing Marsha.