Everyone hates goodbyes. We avoid them if at all possible
and drag them out when they become inescapable. It acknowledges an end and the start of something different…and most times we just don’t believe
that the new will be anywhere as good as the old. A goodbye sits like a bad
taste in your mouth that is only relieved once something sweet has replaced it.
Yet this past week I found that I have always underestimated the power of a goodbye.
My Great Gramma passed away last Wednesday and being separated by some 2,241
miles, the chances of flying home for the funeral were slim. I was heartbroken
over the reality of distance and lack of money to be able to do something and
be somewhere that I knew I needed to do and to be. Though discouraged, I knew that by the grace
and power of God I would be able to mourn the loss and rejoice in her life,
though separate from the rest of my family...however difficult I anticipated it to be, I was prepared to make this journey
alone, when God gave the most unexpected gift in the form of a business envelope
bursting with enough cash to fly me home. The students and staff here at
Semester have given me more than I can ever repay for it enabled me to do what
I never thought I’d be able to: to say goodbye.
Saying goodbye is hard. More often than not, it reminds us of the finiteness of this life. I often hate goodbyes. But when there is no chance at goodbye, you realize how necessary they are. They allow for closure. They bring a certain amount of peace. Therefore I write that I am thankful, so thankful, for the gift of being able to say goodbye. It came at the cost of great sacrifice; one that I don't take lightly. Even amidst the pain I rejoice for I have been reminded of so great a love that would count the cost and consider me worth it. The time for goodbyes is limited. The opportunities for sacrifice are confined. Let us therefore love without hindrance, and recognize the beauty in simple goodbyes.
And for the record...truly the best is yet to come.
