This past weekend was tough on us. It was Mt. Day weekend, which had become a third major holiday in our blended Goshcarmley family—Mt. Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas. This was the second one we missed and it hurt more than the first one. I posted my feelings on Facebook and both Jan and I have been encouraged and felt love through the responses.
Responses have been from old IUP friends to former RAs from days gone by to more recently. The people who made the decision to “transition” me out of Berry certainly did not have my welfare in mind. But, like Joseph, God has meant this for good.
Thank you to all who responded, your encouragement means more than these words can adequately express. This has been a difficult time and I’d like to say that I’ve grown enough that I’d do it all over again, but, I’m not sure that’s true.
Just last night I asked, ‘how long will this mourning last?’ and was made to realize that I’m not just mourning a loss of friends, but a loss of a lifestyle. Things are radically different for us now. In terms of the board game Monopoly, we’ve moved from St. Charles Place or maybe even Kentucky Avenue to Mediterranean or Baltic. We used to joke about being “slum–lords” if we owned Mediterranean or Baltic—now we live there and our landlord is a slum–lord. Do not mis–read this, our apartment is fine and we’re thankful for what we have; but it is a far-cry from our place in Thomas Berry Hall.
In Acts, Paul addressing the Areopagus, says, “And He made from one man every nation of mankind to live on the all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and boundaries of their dwelling place…” 1 Biblical scholars forgive me, but I read this in light of God’s sovereignty. He has determined that we live in Macon for this season of our lives—so, who am I to complain? Still working on that one, but this much I know: Things get a little easier each day—especially with such encouragement—and He provides for our needs daily.
1 Acts 17:26