Early Friday morning, before the sun was up, I headed north to pay my respects to a former pastor who had passed away. The funeral service was truly beautiful. Every song felt anointed, and the grandchildren spoke with such grace and heartfelt sincerity. Seeing so many dear people I had worshiped with and made music with for nearly 15 years moved me more than I expected.
Although I’ve kept up with a few of them on Facebook, most were faces I hadn’t seen in over 25 years. I found myself wishing I could spend the entire day with each one, listening to their stories and hearing about their families.
Young people in their 20s were now in their 50s. Newlyweds were now grandparents. The math made sense, but wrapping my head around it was challenging at best. It was a stark reminder of how quickly life moves and how mortal we all are.
Later that evening, back at the hotel, the emotions of the day finally caught up with me. At one point, tears fell, not from sadness, but from a deep well of gratitude. I thanked God for weaving these precious people into my life, for the seasons we walked together, and for the gifts they gave along the way. Seeing them again, and hugging them tightly, left me humbled and honored to have been a part of their lives. For sure, they left lasting imprints on my soul, and I prayed I had left a few on theirs as well.
As I drove home the next morning, I carried with me a quiet peace, knowing that the bonds we form in certain seasons of life never fully fade. Even as time and circumstances move us in different directions, the love, laughter, and faith we once shared remain woven into the fabric of who we are. Every connection has its purpose, and every reunion—no matter how brief—is a reminder of how beautiful life is when lived alongside others.
Until next time, dear friends, I pray your trials make you stronger and may your days be filled with blessings from above.
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