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| Meet the Tormeys - Picture taken during my visit with them in Chicago |
Just had a bittersweet conversation with my dear friends, Becky & Lars, who are currently residing in Chicago. I met them, respectively, at Liberti church years ago and what's so amusing is that I was friends with the both of them for quite a while before they even met. Their worlds collided one day when Lars dropped off some stuff for Liberti's homeless ministry at Becky's place. I got a call from Becky afterwards....."why didn't you tell me he was so cute?!?!?!" Soon after that meeting, Becky received an email from Lars, asking her out on a date. And then.......I guess you could say that the rest was history. I ended up being a bridesmaid in their wedding a few years ago.
They ended up moving to Chicago right after they got married because Lars was given an assignment out there by the US Coast Guard. He is currently a lieutenant in the Coast Guard and is also in grad school at Northwestern working towards his MBA. Anyway, I think I'm somewhat digressing here.....
It was a sweet conversation with Becky and then eventually Lars, as they had me on speaker phone. I also say bittersweet as Becky shared the joys of being a new mamma to her precious son, Jonah and as we shared our grief for our dear friends who recently lost their unborn babies. I talked about my upcoming move back to Vancouver at the end of May and my sadness over leaving Philly and the community of friends I cherish so deeply. Becky was reminded of her grief over leaving Philly and those she loves so dearly when she and Lars moved to Chicago. I'm not even sure why I'm blogging about this. Definitely not for posterity's sake. I think more of a reminder of how God used them through the conversation we had. I have been filled with so much sadness over the last few weeks or so, grieving over my upcoming move, the sadness of the loss of babies, and the changes that are taking place with some of my closest friendships. Becky and Lars's words of affirmation to me this evening were like the healing balm of Gilead into my grieving soul. I was reminded, once again, that I am not alone in this journey, but am surrounded by dear friends, near and far, who love me and who desire to walk alongside me, even in these last few months here in Philly. I only need to embrace it.
