The thing is, I'm not sure how I feel about this goodbye. I'm terribly good at leaving things behind, not staying in touch with people from previous places of employment, old neighbours, etc. I move on well. Perhaps too well.
But these people are family, and there's a part of me that doesn't want to leave them behind. Perhaps I'm worried I will, from past experience?
And there's a part of me that is ready to go, raring to get into this Esther project and see what might become in terms of Christian community gathering around a theatre company.
I suppose I feel sad, and I feel happy; I feel fear, and I feel courage; I feel loss and I feel gain.
Of course the connection won't be entirely severed, as my parents and sisters still worship at Blackwood, and there are friends I'm sure I won't leave behind.
This is the nature of ministry, and I know I'm good at moving on, though I'm afraid of being too good, and leaving too much behind.
I've still got six weeks at Blackwood, a few more 'lasts', and the final goodbye, as the 'one day' approaches faster and faster ...