The Friends Finale + Life = Getting Real

Anyone else cry at the Friends finale?
*sniff*
I did. Holy goodness. 
I always tend to watch emotional shows when my sister/roomie's gone for an extended period of time, like this week. When she was in Panama last year I watched Glee. This year while she's in Louisville KY for a short-term missions trip, it's the last few episodes of Friends. Basically, Rachel and Monica saying goodbye before Rachel takes off for Paris was me and my best friend Gabrielle.

There are twenty-four more days, well, technically twenty-three, until my surgery. It hasn't hit me so much yet. No, what hit me most recently happened after an amazing, needed, wonderful, laughter-filled time with my best friend and her fiance in Idaho this past weekend. While 10/10/15 will be tough for me, sitting at home recuperating and not standing up beside my best friend, if I hadn't gone for this long weekend? It would've been exponentially harder. And I cannot thank my awesome God enough for making it happen.

What hit me this weekend after I hugged my best friend not goodbye, but see you later, was that it's a huge end/beginning of a new era. For both of us. Marriage for her. A healing out of the blue for me. A sort of TV show finale montage plays back when I think about it. I'll not pretend I don't struggle with aspects surrounding my surgery and recovery. But thinking back on the ups and downs and learning to live with chronic pain, I can't even begin to imagine how it'll be to live with barely any.

This is a random, past-midnight type post. I'm getting real, being transparent. In a moment I can be in awe, teary-eyed, scared to death, apprehensive and grateful for my surgery coming up. The next moment I can think on October, my best friend's wedding, and smile so wide my face hurts at prayers answered, even while scratching my head at why I couldn't be there.

I guess God's just taking me deeper still into Him, and how good He is.
All the time, God is good. 
Meghan M. Gorecki
Meghan M. Gorecki

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.