Miss Love

I was at our church prayer meetings and was so happy to see so many familiar and faces I expected to see. At the same time I felt a deep sense of grief knowing how many more could've been there. I'm not talking about attendance at prayer meetings or Sunday service. I'm thinking about those that have left the fold; packed their bags and left, leaving nothing except a faint memory of their presence. When we remember them, they can become so real. I start to grief and wonder about what went wrong. As I dwell deeper into this thought, I asked myself,"What have gone wrong with us?".

Are we contented to lay low and "let the dead bury themselves"? Do we see them again to welcome them like they have never left? Or do we welcome them back with a great celebration? I do not understand the concept of "washing our hands clean" over them. I mean, there is a time where such actions are called for, but most often there isn't a cardinal sin amongst us to warrant such treatment.

I love those that remained, but I love those who have left even more. I still "see" them on Facebook, but I know they are living different lives now. Was that how we planned it to be? What went wrong? What triggered the long process that resulted in their absence?

Do you miss them? If you do, pick up the phone and tell them you miss and love them.

You know who you are... I love you and I miss you!