A year ago, today, we said our goodbyes to Bowen Island.
Left our pumpkin cottage surrounded by gorgeous forest;
free range playground out the front door, ravens and deer included.
Left the island beaches with all their treasures.
Beach where I at long last got baptized after 20 years of being a believer.
[Precious, happy day.]
Left dear friends, a church family, a life.
When I finally sat down on the plane I cried a bucket full of tears.
So much loss.
But it was a gift, the years we had on the island.
Even as pastoring a church is not for the faint hearted (or thin skinned).
We sure grew a lot.
And our little family was blessed.
Wouldn’t trade it for anything.