When I most need it, I run away from it.
Monday I tried to run away. I feared it.
But in the end, I went.
I sat in the back, trying to be alone, but no matter how far back I went I was still amongst them.
It has a way of doing that.
That's why during times like this, I run.
But this time was different, I didn't run. This time I leaned into it.
As I walked down to recieve communion by intinction I felt an arm wrap around me. A fellow Christian reaching out, consoling me, acknowledging that it was okay, in this place, at this time, to grieve, to seek comfort in the community of believers.
As I took the bread, dipped it into the cup, placed it within my mouth, I was filled.
God was with me.
His body was surrounding me.
The tears that flowed were not of sadness, but of gratitude. Even at such a time as this I can find rest.