We all remember that classic scene in Little Women when Beth is dying and she says, in reference to her sisters all moving on, "I don't like being left behind...now I am the one going ahead." Well, I've been resonating with Beth lately in that sentiment. No- I am not dying, but I do feel as though I am settling in to the reality of being left behind. Let me explain.
My whole life, up to college, I was on the move. One year here, nine months there, always a move coming in the near future. My senior year of high school we moved for the tenth time (I think- I've lost count). Needless to say, I'm used to good-byes, new places, and moving on. Its not easy, but it is familiar.
This phase of life right now is unchartered territory. I've lived in Omaha for 7 years, lived in this house for 4. And now I'm watching everyone else in my life come and go. Most of my college friends have moved on. Our boys at the house come and go regularly. Even our assistant house parents tend to stay awhile and then journey on. But we are still here. Its a funny feeling to be left behind. In fact- it stinks.
At least when you do the moving the friendship void is filled with new places and sights. But when you stay behind...the void is just kind of there. Now granted- there is always the possibility of meeting new friends where you are. But the reality is that unless someone is hanging out at Aldi, Walmart, or the sidelines of my husband's rugby game, there isn't a very strong chance that I will see them very often!
So there you have it. This post is a little depressing, and I don't mean it to be. I am not depressed. I have a wonderful husband, two fabulous sons, and some great family that I enjoy. Depressed...no! Lonely...definitely. But I am trusting that God can meet all my needs, even my need for female companionship =)
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