This morning as I lingered in bed, dozing between sleep and wakefulness, a flock of geese flew over the house—honking an alarm. But the mornings are chill now and Bonnie and I snuggled in deeper, aware of the empty spot beside me.
Jeff has been away this weekend and the nest has felt all the lonelier. It is good to miss him.
Today is World Communion Sunday—the Sunday when we remember our brothers and sisters in Christ all over the world—every nationality, every denomination, every different tradition. We all belong to the family of God.
I am preaching at a little church nearby and will preside over the table. We will take the bread and the cup together this morning, being made one with Christ and one another—all who belong to him, united with the church in every time and place.
This morning, I remember my brothers and sisters all over the world as we commune together. But I also feel the presence of those I love the most, those gone from our nest for now.
And I give thanks that we are one.
I’m writing in community with the thirty-one dayers. Women all over the world are joining together in the month of October to write every day about something they’re passionate about. Check out some of the other writers here. So much good stuff. To read my first post, with links to all the days, go here.