I got a random call from Matt on Monday. He called from Tokyo to say happy new year and we got to catch up a bit. I still can't tell if he's really engaged, but I think it might actually be real this time. He's faked it so many times that I won't fully believe it until I see it. After we caught up for a while he offered to pray for me. When he started, I realized how long it has been. I have pretty much been going at it alone for 6 months. Hearing those words aloud from another person made a world of difference. We are not made to travel this road by ourselves, and it has been wearing on me. That phone call ministered to me in more ways than Matt could have known.
I also got a chance to attend a PCC small group on Wednesday. Another thing that I didn't realize how much I missed. It was a little awkward at first and I'm pretty sure I was the youngest one there, but the Word is the Word. Diving into it with other people is a lot easier than swimming alone. It was nice getting to know a few people too. Walking into a room with 400 perfect strangers on Sunday morning is an interesting experience, but one that I wouldn't mind leaving behind. Community is vital. Enjoy it while you have it and seek after it when you don't.