Thursday, January 24, 2013

Saying Goodbye



One would think that after being raised as a missionary kid and moving more times than I can count I would be good at this. 

Surely after 15+ moves I would be good at the packing up, saying goodbye, transition, etc.

And yet…

I find myself at a loss once again. 

How does one say goodbye to a place where I have a history (something that I have never really had)?

How does one say goodbye to people who have known and loved me and my family for 18+ years?

How does one say goodbye to an area of the country that you have grown to love?

How does one say goodbye to a church and a home?

The reality is there is no good way to say goodbye.  And honestly, if I have learned anything from all my moves it is that you actually can’t fully say goodbye in the moment. 

It is impossible to fully absorb all that is happening in the moment.

Impossible to know what life will look like after.

Impossible to know the void. 

Impossible to know the joys that await.


Everytime I say goodbye I realize how inadequately I do it.  Although I am not sure there is a “right” way.  You learn early on some of the things that help you.  I have learned to relish the last weeks/ days.  The drives, the services, loved ones stopping by, favorite spots, etc.   Because if you wait until the very end life is too crazy and emotions are too high, so soak in the last “normal” days before the craziness hits.  And yet, it still always takes me by surprise. 

As I walk through this again and prepare to do it once more this summer as I return to Germany, I ask Jesus again for His grace and strength to walk this road well.  I have found myself asking Him to keep my heart tender even though at times it seems easier to harden.  While there is grief there is also hope and the many comforts He provides along the way.  Goodbyes remind me that I was not made for this earth.  We were not created to say goodbyes.  Our true home is with Him.  And while my humanity is crying out for a home, a place to settle, a place to call my own, I am thankful for the reminder that this world is not my home.  We are supposed to be “homesick.”  So as I say goodbyes again, I am thankful to the One who holds all my tomorrows.  I am thankful for the reminder that I belong to Him.  And that while following Him is not always easy, there is no better place to be.    

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Anna. I'm praying for you and share with you the anticipation of that moment when we will walk into His presence and everything within us will know that we are finally, really HOME. Sending lots of love from Malaysia, Rachel

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