I just got home from church. I’ve been there for 6 hours. Olivia needed to nap. And so does her mommy. Today was Randall and Lauralea‘s last Sunday at Gateway. They’re moving to another church in Alberta in the coming weeks. I don’t think it’s really hit me yet. I guess it helps that Marc and I have been emotionally preparing for this since we decided to attend Gateway three years ago. They’d been at the church seven years at that time, and we made a point of not going to the church because of them, since they could potentially go any time. But rather it was the people, principals, and spirit of the body at Gateway that made our decision. Randall and Lauralea were just two very nice additions to that.
Marc said at church today that he and I wouldn’t be where we are today if it wasn’t for Randall and Lauralea. And that is so true. It’s true for Marc who is pursuing his Masters of Divinity and is making plans to go into the ministry. And it’s true of me. But for me there are a lot of intangible changes that have taken place. Changes for the better. Changes inside and out. Because Randall and Lauralea were real, and they loved me, and were patient and gentle and wise in their guidance in so many ways and at so many times.
There are not many pastors, or at least not enough pastors, who are available to chat on MSN with a stay at home mom right at the moment when she’s at her wits end. And there are not many pastors wives who will just be themselves and care without pretense — and bring you cookies. But I’m so glad that I got to know two of those kinds of people and that they became dear friends. I really don’t know where we’d be without them in our lives at a time when our ideologies of life and views of ourselves were in such flux.
And I just wish I could give them each a hug for a day. And I know that sounds weird. But there doesn’t seem to be a way to express the gratitude that I have for the part they’ve played in our lives. If I had money, I’d throw them a big thick wad of cash. But I’ve got nothin’. Not a clue how to say thanks. I guess if they could see my cheeks soaked in tears right now they’d get a sense of it.
And the fact that they’re moving… well, it’s not so scary for me. The nice thing is that I feel like we’ll see them at least sometimes because of where Marc’s headed in ministry. So that’s cool. And it does feel like it’s the right time and the right thing for them, even if it’s hard. But the fact that we won’t see them a couple times a week anymore — hear their jokes and have someone call this cranky mommy “sunshine” anymore… well I suppose the reality of that will hit next week. So far it’s only hit me a few times — during the scene in Mamma Mia where Meryl Streep is singing “Super Trouper” (don’t ask — I have no idea why), several times while doing the dishes and listening to Bruce Cockburn, and today, as I walked down from the platform after the last song that Randall and Janet and I will ever play and sing together in three part harmony.
So many good memories to hold onto. And so much good in store for all of us. God bless you as you go, Randall and Lauralea. God be with your family. Thank you. I love you. And consider yourself hugged for a day.