In the hours prior, we had whispered stories and shared our hearts. We all had so much to tell, so much to share. And in that room that night there was a trust, a safety, a refuge, a beauty that was so powerful and real that none of us ever wanted it to end. Old friendships were deepened, new ones were formed, and a deep, earnest hope for the future was born. And what the three of us had together, right in that moment, we imagined we would have for years and years to come.
But that wasn't what the Lord had in store.
The year we brought in together turned out to be very different than we hoped. It was long, and hard. All three of us faced challenges and heartache like we had never known before. And not one of us expected any of it to happen. In fact, if we had known that night what we would walk through together and separately in the months ahead, I don't know what we would have done.
And now, one year later, each of us are bringing in the new year at different homes with different people. But even though we won't be together, we've all expressed the same thing to each other as this day approached - We are thankful for the beauty. We are so grateful we had that night together. We are different people because of it. We are marked by the beauty it held. We carry it with us every day. And while we wish it could have lasted forever and we're very sad it had to go away, we will never forget it.
So thank You, Father. Thank You for the beauty of that night. We will never forget.