I hear thunder in the background, and it gives me a sort of brooding, melancholy mood, the kind that looks at the present and the future and finds a sad story written there.  Songs of loss and despair run through my mind, but none of them quite fit what I am feeling, not exactly, even though they do get close. 

I found out Friday that Meggy is going to be moving back to Arkansas.  I’ve known her for little more than a year, but in that year we’ve spent a lifetime together.  It seems unfair that in the end, it’s only a year that I got to spend with her.  I thought we’d grow old together.  I thought we’d tease each other about the guys that we would eventually marry.  I had so many dreams, so many assumptions.  But now….only a year.  Only a year that’s almost over. 

I mean, I know that we’ll still be fabulous friends, and email each other several times a week, and send each other long-distance phone calls.  It’s not like she’s going to just walk out of my life, never to come back.  I keep telling myself that, but there’s still so much of a wound that refuses to heal. 

Why?  I suppose this whole story make sense from some point of view that I can’t see, but to me it seems meaningless.  Why again, Lord?  Am I doomed to lose every friend this way?  Will they all move away until only I am left, alone?  I know I’m supposed to have faith, and I’m trying hard to, but it wears through sometimes, and I’m left with that three-letter question on my lips. 

Pray for me.  Please, just pray for me.  

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