Fellowship

Going to an international school as a kid meant that your friends would come and go.

It’s true what that Buzzfeed list says, international school kids to get a sense of commitment phobia.  We also learn how to make it as if no time has passed since you last saw someone.  About six months ago I met with a friend I hadn’t seen in five years (yes, five years), and when we met up it was literally like we were just picking up from where we left off.  It felt good not to have judgment, or a million and one questions (er… thanks, Facebook, for giving people the gist of it anyway).

I’ve moved to three different cities in the last two years, and this third one is hitting me hard.  I was just settling in to the Big Smoke when it was time to up sticks.  I feel more isolated now than before, and in a way I can feel myself starting to shut myself off.  This is exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.  I should be keeping touch with the people I care about.  So here I am, reaching out, and I realise how many people I have in my life.  It’s always easier said then done ‘I’m just a text away, just give me a call’, but it is just that easy.  Touching base has allowed me to remember where I was, and who I want to be.  It reminds me that people actually believe in me, because whether or not I quite buy it yet, I am going to be okay, and I do have something more to offer the world then my sour words and tears.

At Christian school, we were always told that fellowship is key to keeping your relationship with God strong and real.  It’s a way of keeping touch with yourself and your beliefs.  That’s the one thing that they got right.  Fellowship is keeping me treading above water, and giving me the strength to actually try swimming again.  Make no mistake- this battle is ultimately mine, but it sure helps to have people cheering you on.

‘Add oil’, kids, ‘add oil’  … maybe I should write a post to explain that too, actually…

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