So today I came across a video on my computer that came with some bittersweet memories. After three months in Greece I had experienced authentic community in a way that I had never before been a part of. At the end of those three months a friend made a video for all of us who were leaving. For a long time just looking at it on my desktop made my heart hurt. Why? Because I knew that I’d likely never be in the same place at the same time as those people again. Because it reminded me of friendships that I thought would last, but that didn’t last more than a year. It reminded me that I was home again, feeling a sense of purposelessness.
Today I watched that video, a little less than four years later, and for probably the first time I smiled and remembered the good times. I was sad for a moment remembering a friend who decided to move on and who has since removed us from his life, but mostly I was happy remembering the times that we had and the friendships that, though we may only meet a few times in our lives, will forever be linked. Today is the first time I watched it and my heart no longer hurt because now I feel that sense of purpose again as I prepare to share at a youth group tonight about those very memories and how they helped form me into the person I am today, the person who is preparing to set off on another great adventure as a missionary associate to Hungary.
To those friends, both near and far, thank you for the memories, you will forever be a part of who I am and go with me wherever I end up in this world. I hope to see you again.