I hear You calling me; You want to set me free with Your love

Lately I've been thinking about the past.
Not the recent past, that's more like a nightmare I'd much rather forget.
Not the far off past either; back when my mom hugged me and I spent my weekends hanging out in the shed behind Shannsy's house. I'm thinking a lot about last year. Back when we were so full of the Holy Spirit. When we would sit at the beach praying, or stay at the church after bible study until the silent alarm went off because we were crying too hard. Or when we would get kicked out of the church we would sit out in the cold in front of the building, because we just weren't finished.
Now, bible study barely happens. When people actually show up, we sometimes have a topic, sometimes a pretty good one... but when was the last time we all prayed together?
I go to the beach every couple of days with Michelle, but we sit in her car discussing life and work and boys. I miss that community. I miss leaning on one another. We see eachother all the time, but the priorities aren't what they used to be. We're all fighting this battle and growing with Jesus, I have no doubt about that. But why can't we fight together?