I know that everything comes to an end, but that doesn't make endings any easier.
Tonight was my last Mosaic meeting. (FYI - Mosaic is CCOB's high school leadership team. We meet every Wednesday night to plan events, prepare for our big group gathering on Sunday nights, and, most importantly, hang out with each other.)
It didn't really, really hit me until the last worship song. Camden grabbed Maddie's and my hands, and we sat there, singing the words to From The Inside Out. I felt like crying but I held myself together.
It sounds stupid, but those weekly meetings are the times when I feel closest to my church. I love sitting with my friends in the old library. I love taking my shoes off and walking around the church in socks. I love grabbing chocolate bars from the intern office. I love whispering to the person next to me while Dave talks. I love the old pink stalls in the bathroom.
I love my church a lot. I've grown up there, alongside the people I love most.
If I thought the last Mosaic was sad, then I can only imagine how I'll feel after Koinonia this Sunday night. Or the graduation banquet.
I hate endings.