Good-byes are hard. I guess they are designed that way because you have to deal with what you are leaving and what you are gaining at the same time. They are usually filled with a lot of emotion and, for many of us, a great many tears. I’ve had to say good-bye a lot in recent years. In this journey called marriage that I’ve been on the past 4.5 years, I’ve moved four times to three states. Although I’m generally a clean person who hates clutter and takes a load of stuff to Goodwill every other week, I hoard moving boxes like a bear stores food for the winter. My husband is convinced that we have created a fire hazard in our attic.
I guess I’m always waiting for the next move, never really feeling like I can settle down and “be” somewhere. But Jesus wants me to find my home in Him. My identity in Him. Not in this job or my role as “Mama,” or any of the other positions that I fill. To “be” anywhere He places me that moment. It’s a tough thing to do. Some of us have personalities that handle transition better than others. (“Others” being me.)
I always have to remind myself that life with Jesus is a journey and an adventure. I wasn’t called to sit on the sidelines. I was called to be an active participant in His world – a world that moves and changes with rapid speed and I better learn to keep up. Sometimes keeping up means saying good-bye. But Jesus is there to wipe away every tear and stand beside me in the next adventure He’s planned.
