I write this somberly, the blessed Rebekah Sawyer has left Kansas City. Her return has not been verified but it is earnestly hoped for.

The past few weeks have been difficult. We have adjusted as best we can. Yet still, there is an emptiness in our hearts that can be filled by no one else. Days are spent in mourning, hours in both weeping and in remembrance. Time has slowed to an excruciatingly slow pace. All in the name of one thing: love.

As I write this, the leaves are beginning to fall, a chill is creeping in from the North. The flowers wilt and the thunder booms outside. How nature can continue on after such a tragic event is amazing? How is it that the world continues to turn when my world has been knocked off it’s axis? Everything has changed yet everything is the same.

I write to you, fellow seekers, about a friend I used to know. One who has engraved their preciousness on my very soul. This girl is Rebekah Sawyer and she is sorely missed. And I don’t just mean the sore toe you get when you bang your toe into a wall, it’s so much more. It’s like when you jump from a plane that has hit it’s cruising altitude without a parachute. How do you feel days later? Would you be in agony? This is how I feel.

Rebekah Sawyer was a scrappy, young, innovative woman. She had a voice that generated such an intense power that you could literally feel the Holy Spirit enter the room. She is yet more prophetic than I. She had the fashion sense of a diva and a magnetic heart. She could attract literally everyone in the room to her side.

And she was my friend. and she always will be.