I looked at pictures from HeavenFest this morning. It made me realize something.
I miss it.
The fellowship. The deep sense of belonging. The sight of hundreds or thousands of people all with their hands lifted to the sky in harmony and unison with one another.
I’m floating along blindly alone. At least, that’s how it feels. None of my friends understand me anymore. I’m out of place in everything they do.
So, I miss it.
But I don’t regret anything. I know where I stand, and that isn’t changing.
But a little melancholy longing for the familiarity of the past has overtaken me, and I’m basking in it for the moment.






