My Friend Pam

I have been sitting on this blog post for several weeks. 

Shortly after my preacher retired, my pastor retired.

Pam has been ministering to people and families at our church for over 20 years. She was the first person I met at our church. By the time I joined 6 and a half years ago, she had moved into the position of Minister to Young and Median Adults. 

She poured her heart and soul into this passion.

Now she is moving on. Specifically, to the beach for a few months. 

I could write for weeks on the memories I have with her, what she means to me, or the life I want for her from now on. 

I think these photos might do just that... Oh Pam.

Most of these memories are happy and lovely, but some of them are hard. 

That is the beauty of our friendship. We do hard things. 

I remember times I said hurtful things.

I remember how we were important enough to each other to forgive.

She loved me enough to forgive me.

She loves me enough to call me a friend.

She is lovely.

She is honest.

She is kind.

She laughs.

She is my friend.

She has been Christ to me. 

Happy Dolphin Watching, Pam. 

I love you.