People always coming and going...

it's always easier when you're the one leaving.
tonight i was sitting in a group of women gathered to say goodbye to a common friend.  and it was one of those moments i both savored and wanted to forget.  savored, because i sat with chills running down my spine as our friend told us the long journey of being called to sweeden, and finally being able to go.  wanted to forget, because she hasn't even left yet, and i already miss her.
it's one of the most natural parts of being a missionary--that people come and go. 
of course, it's easier to keep in touch now, with the internet so accessible.
but it's nothing like meeting up in a coffee shop, sharing life over a cappuccino or latte. 
since it happens so often (people leaving, that is) i kind of get used to it. 
you don't survive if you don't.
but it reminds me how important sharing life with each other is. 
and how amazing it is when you share life, you're more alive.