Under the Chuppah

Broken, hurting, lost identity. It's how we found ourselves arriving like refugees to Texas. Knowing what we left behind but so unclear on what we were walking into. Life! Father, please send us somewhere with life. We need to be somewhere we can learn to live. Somewhere we can come alive. He heard us and guided us up I-45 until we found our way to Ecclesia Clear Lake. It was ok, it was close enough but not the life we longed for, until we found our way on Galloway St. Walking in late with a smiling Kim who is always late. We squeezed onto the big red sofa and clung to each other feeling so vulnerable and curious.

A discussion was being had and people were real. People were brutally honest and no one flinched. We shared, they listened. Life. We tried to stand off but they wouldn't have it. We tried to leave but they said no.  We sat back and cried and they let us. Life. It was on Galloway St. on the big red couch where we began to experience life. It's where we laughed, it's where we cried, it's where we had knock down drag out arguments on how we can live out what we felt God was calling us to do.

Let's live life together they said. We said no. It's not for us.

They moved us, they supported us, they left us to stand on our own two feet to be dependent only on God.

Yes, let's live life together.

So under a Chuppah held up by our best friends we agreed to live life together.

Life, Father, please surround us with life. He heard us and he led us to a Funky group of people who taught us how to live life by sharing in their struggles, their victories, their tears and their stories.

The tears are flowing tonight as I know my time on Galloway St. is over and I won't get to squeeze onto the big red couch of my dear friends, my sparring partners, my truth speakers, my pastors for along time.

Life if flowing and although it doesn't feel so good tonight, I know it's going to be ok because the giver of life has a plan and He knows the path we are taking....if only it was north on I-45.