This week was holy.
And this week was hard.
There were paper wrapped presents torn into and hearts torn to pieces with heartache.
We went through the motions of conversations and serving and Christmas- all the while mourning the loved ones missed.
Christmas morning we tried our best to make our traditions translate to this life- making exceptions where needed, trimming our expectations back. And yet, heaviness lingered.
There were hours upon hours of conversation. I'm not sure if we've talked this much all race. Followed by understood silence.
We rushed and hustled and bustled, asking ourselves where the month went. All the while packing our bags and remembering all the places we have gone.
These were moments of sevenfold mutual weariness- of admitting our faults and our failings- of trusting one another with our hearts.
These were team Teleios moments.
