Whenever anyone leaves our small church, even for good, God honoring, God seeking reasons, I feel like my arm has been cut off. And that is how we are supposed to be, right? We are all a part of the body. The large one on the whole, but the local one as well. So it *should* feel bad when someone leaves, right? God is doing something in my little church. I fear that a statement that someone suggested will come to pass -that it will close down. And when anyone leaves, I wonder if I can be friends, and how I still will be. When there is not that weekly gathering at church bringing you together, how do you make one more occasion, playdate, one more computer message happen, when you aren't stellar at planning things.
I have decided I have abandonment issues. With the last people that left my church, I was wondering what anyone was doing wrong, what I had done, or could I have done anything to make them want to stay. I am like the girlfriend or boyfriend who suddenly gets dumped. No warning. Someone they love doesn't want to be with them anymore. It hurts, and you are left grasping at straws to get them back. But they're not coming back. And suddenly people that you care about and love,... you may never see them again.
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