Goodbyes, Hellos and Somewhere in-Between

Here’s one of many posts that I have been working on during small breaks from the unpacking.

 

GOODBYES, HELLOS AND SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN

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It was finally time to switch gears from preparing to move to this is actually going to happen mode.  We had been preparing for this for a long time.  Because the wait was so long, one of our children shared that it was like dealing with the emotions all over again.

This was most definitely not the timing we would have chosen.  But I have found that whenever I start to feel comfortable, that’s when the Lord prepares my heart for a change.  It was time.

I don’t know about everyone else but with any major change, I want the particulars first.  Timing, location; please give me the details.  Yes, faith is a good thing.  Yes, I believe.  But the details, Lord; I need the details to pack along with my security blanket.

But the answer was no.  Get ready.  Get prepared.  The specifics will come later.  Oh, what an uncomfortable but necessary exercise in faith!

I would love to say that I initially embraced the moving news with great gusto.  After all, we’d been praying and preparing our hearts to step out in ministry for years.  But I confess that, at times, I falter.  I often want the roadmap first and will offer my obedience second.  God gently rebukes me.  Sometimes later than sooner, I eventually surrender and admit my desire to be self-sufficient.  In this case, I wanted to keep my warm “fuzzies” of loved ones close by, familiar surroundings, and a life that had become, well, comfortable.  Just for a moment, doubts crept in.  Sigh.  Ah, but the Lord knows that I am a slow learner.  Obedient but slow.

Throughout the moving preparation process, I kept busy with packing, list making, and sharing the news amidst excitement and tears.  Get ready, get ready, and get ready kept beating through my heart, mind, and soul.

Then, it was time to go.

How does one say goodbye, yet again, to family and friends that have such a special place in your heart?  How does one do it time and time again throughout a lifetime?  Does it ever get any easier?

I was reminded of my first heart-wrenching goodbye as a teen at Bible camp.  One of the counselors wisely told my sister and me that it was the first of many goodbyes to come.  Neither of us wanted to hear that. It was a much too painful process to consider that we’d ever have to do it again.  And yet, so we have; many times over.

Is it easy?  No, it’s never been easy to say goodbye.  But there are two things which comfort me with each new goodbye the older I get.  The most important one is that in relationships with fellow believers in Christ, I know we will see each other again.  We have a common destination and that makes goodbye bearable.

(Colossians 3:2)  Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth.

The second comfort is in knowing that a loved one remains in my heart regardless of geographic distance, technological challenges, or mountains standing in the way of clear airwaves!

We said our goodbyes to old friends.

(Colossians 1:3)  We give thanks to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, praying always for you,

We greeted new friends with hellos.

(Colossians 3:17)  And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.

And here we sit, somewhere in-between, about to begin this new adventure the Lord has for us.

(Colossians 4:17)  … “Take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it.”

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Special Reminder

This piece was written when our children were very young and posted in an e-zine no longer published. Those early stay-at-home mom years were sweet and tender. But, quite honestly, they were also full of hard work and sometimes, utter exhaustion. God always sent whatever was needed at just the right time. Be it a friend offering to help fold laundry, a family member surprising us with a cooked meal, or a kind word of encouragement from a dear sister in Christ. I pray I never forget those precious years nor the angels of mercy sent my way.

SPECIAL REMINDER

It has been one of those days that young mothers have so often. The laundry is piled high and I fear one of the babies may crawl into a pile and disappear. The unwashed dishes are stacked haphazardly. I just know that the little one, trying to help, will soon send dishes crashing to the floor.

I walk from room to room, seeing many household tasks before me. From morning to night, my feet tread the same path. At the end of the day, I often feel as if no progress has been made.

As I open the refrigerator to fill drink cups yet again, my eyes stray to a familiar newspaper clipping amidst the colorful magnets plastered all over the door. The poem’s author is unknown and I’ve read it many times before. But for some reason, today the poignant words strike a chord.

I read of a mother’s tender reflections on hands once too busy to play, now hauntingly still. My eyes fill with tears and I release a heavy sigh. It was exactly what my weary soul needed to hear on this difficult day.

Often my own hands are busy when my children ask me to play. My days are spent cleaning our home and caring for my babies. But in the busyness of daily chores, a very important part often gets left out. I rarely set aside time to just play with my little ones.

It was no accident that poem caught my eye today. God, in His gracious mercy, had answered my earlier request for encouragement.

I realize that as my children get older, they will not want to play games, find hidden treasures, or chase butterflies. Time flies and they will be grown with families of their own someday.

Much too soon, my own arms will ache with loneliness. I will no longer be able to kiss the hurts away, play with their dollies and cars, and read the same stories over and over.

God gently reminded me to cherish this gift; this special day with my children.

2 Corinthians 1:4 … [God] who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. NKJV