last night i told the youth at my church that i am leaving.
last week, i said good bye to my best and oldest friend.
this month, i've been saying good bye to the dreams i had for my job at the church.
right now, all i can say is that shakespear was severly uninformed if he thought there was any sweetness in the sorrow of parting.
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"to be [becky], or not to be [becky], that is the question."
-bill [and mike]
i'm going to need a hard copy of your blog. j/k. i'm printing out your article here at the office right now. i'll be reading it soon because i love what you have to say. thanks for the e-mail, thanks for your kindness, and thanks for putting up with me sometimes.
one more 'thanks:' thanks for sharing your heart in this entry. may the good shepherd lead you to becky-like pastures, where there is much frolicking and playing with freedom, wonder, peace, and joy.
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