1 month left
33 days till wheels up from New York
792 hours until I’m on my way to Egbe, Nigeria!!
47,520 minutes to think about all the things that are coming - and all the things I am leaving
2,851,200 seconds until I say goodbye
I’ve read so many blogs, books and emails from people who have left America for their new home overseas. They talk about how hard it is to say goodbye. How the tears come until it feels like there are none left. I’ve read about the moments of joy in the midst of it all. About their new friends in their new countries who helped them get through. And I’ve also read about the ones who still struggle with feeling homesick and lonely. Honestly, all those stories have built in me a dread about my turn to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes! If I could, I would slip out without anyone noticing. I’d make a seamless transition devoid of the emotions, tears, and the pain that seem inevitable. If I could, I’d choose to have my feet solidly planted on the ground I’m called to, working hard day after day rather than going through send off ceremonies and airport farewells. That’s just who I am.
Here’s the thing, partings present a unique opportunity. To skip them (and all the emotions that go with them) would also mean skipping the chance to say and do the things that could have lasting impact. Routine daily life rarely offers the platform for impact that the heightened emotions of a goodbye does. I am aware of this personally. There are still goodbye scenes that are etched on my mind. Words that were spoken when emotions were raw that continue to impact me today.
So…let the goodbyes continue. And though I dread them, I pray that I will take advantage of the opportunity to receive from and speak into the lives of those who matter so much to me.
“Finally, brethren, farewell. Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you.” — 2 Corinthians 13:11