bittersweet life...

I am blessed. 

I really don't know how to put this in to words, so I will ramble a bit...

I've always loved and appreciated the generations older than mine.  Parent and grandparent figures have been my best friends, my preferred friend group for as long as I can remember. 

So many have poured themselves into my life and have had profound influence on who I am today.  From my ethics to my logic to my humor all shaped so much more by my befriended elders so much more than my peers or my family. For that I am forever thankful. 

And as these older friends are finishing their race, I find myself in a place that allows me the opportunity to come alongside and help them finish well. 

They helped me get started and I am honored to help them finish. It kinda sucks because I know if the Lord tarries and doesn't Rapture us out soon, there are "goodbyes" coming that I don't want. But the blessing to be chosen by these dear people because they know me, they trust me,  they know I want nothing more than to see them have the best, most victorious finish possible. 

As a young person being loved well by a wonderful church full of people who wanted God’s best for me, I made promises to many that I would take care of them when they got old. Many of them went home to Jesus before I moved back. But there are a few who remain, and are taking me up on that promise... I feel so honored. 

I wanted to be this person when I was a pastor's wife,  yet that pastor left me home while he did the caring for others. And when that time in my life ended, I thought the opportunity to be and do this life was over. But God has given me many opportunities to be more of a Pastor's Wife now than I ever had when I was one...