The prayer flags are finished. One of my roommates Ranya has been working on the prayer flags for her friend all summer, painting the verses and quotes on the fabric for weeks, sewing the panels. Now they are done, strung up across our living room.
I kind of feel like those prayer flags. I'm done here in Waco after tomorrow. All summer I've been worked on, invested in, loved, and trying my best to do the same for others. But now, our work is strung up, the final product of the summer is visible. It's coming to an end.
I don't like endings. Never before in my life has this been more clear than the feeling I've been walking around with for the last couple days. I think the only time my desire to stay somewhere has been even close to this was last summer in London. It feels like half of my heart will be left behind in Waco.
Yesterday when we wrapped up the final performance of Huxtables, that same bitter-sweet feeling flooded over me. So thankful for the work we did, everything turned out so well, I have so many wonderful friends here. But with the end of the show, my work here was coming to an end. When I mentioned the fact I was going home on Tuesday, most of the cast was surprised, as if they assumed I would just stay here. Even Stevie said it felt like I would be here forever. But he's not even going to be here after a few weeks.
But as much as my heart aches at the thought of leaving, something inside of me knows I'll be back. The people I have met and love here are not seasonal friends. The lessons I've learned here are not one time learning objectives. The work I've done truly has been good work. The Lord truly has blessed my summer in ways I could never have imagined.
Endings are supposed to be new beginnings. It's hard for me to think about new beginnings when I don't want this journey to end. It has truly been a magical moon journey.
Until next time, try to remember journeys must end.
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