A Wreck

Having just watched the series finale to my all-time favorite show LOST, I am an emotional wreck. Seriously, I'm sitting here bawling my eyes out, as if I've said goodbye to a dear friend. I know you say, "It's just a TV show, Randi. Get real." But for me, it's a bittersweet reminder that a chapter is coming to a close in my life.

You see, six years ago, Chris and I watched Oceanic Flight 815 crash to an Island. We were completely hooked as we witnessed the survivors climb out of the wreckage. And we anxiously awaited to see every new mystery uncovered. Week after week, we gathered to watch with some of our closest friends. I know it's just a TV show, but some of my favorite friendships have been born out of sharing an affinity for this show.

But what makes LOST more than just a pop-culture phenomenon of a television series to me -- what makes me such an emotional wreck right now -- is that it's been a constant (yes, LOST fans, I said constant) in our ever-changing lives.

In the past six years, I've married the love of my life, expanded our family and established a home, and poured my heart into the most incredible college students I think I'll ever know. As the time draws nearer for us to move to Fort Collins, I find myself searching for the constants in my life. There has been just so much change. But as the saying goes, "The only constant is change."

The bitter part is saying goodbye and moving away from our family, closest friends and the familiar things we hold near and dear to us. But the sweetness comes in the great memories we've made here in Tyler and the anticipation of what God's called us to do in Fort Collins.