LifePoint Church of Vancouver, WA.
8 months ago those words meant nothing to me. But now, as my days as LifePoint staff begin to come to a close, I grapple with finding words adequate enough to describe the gravity of what I feel for this place. For these people.
LifePoint is a unique sort of place, where it serves as both sanctuary and training ground. Some come to heal and find life within a steadfast community, while others come to get well in order to be sent back out again.
It is home to a lucky few. For the rest of us, a refuge for weary travelers on their pilgrimage to wherever God has destined.
Though a bold statement, I firmly believe that being at LifePoint Church has salvaged what was left of my hope in salvation and the Church.
It has meant grieving, healing and discovering a place to unfurl. I have walked among the land of my people and it has been good. My heart, always so thirsty with unanswerable questions, has drunk long and deep from the well of intellect and sound biblical and theological knowledge. I have feasted during my time here. I will miss it.
My poor attempt at tribute to LifePoint may seem trivial, yet, I assure you my time here has been anything but.
I never thought my biggest problem at 27 would be having so many attachments to so many people, in too many places, so far from each other. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the fact that parts of me dwell in multiple timezones?
When leaving LifePoint, things I have told myself is that it’s okay to be sad. It’s also okay to be excited. After all, life happens in seasons; and there’s an ending to everything… As well as a beginning.
Speaking of beginnings, my newest one is fast approaching. I’m much less terrified than I was at first, in case you were wondering. Beginnings are always chock full of trepidation laced excitement. At least, mine are.
Leaving LifePoint means Greeting Grace.
Stick around, and I’ll let you know how that goes.