Saying good-bye is
so. Hard.
I remember sitting in
my dorm room freshman year, reading a letter my mom gave to me as she left with
the rest of my family after dropping me off at Washington State
University. My roommate hadn’t arrived
yet, so I had the room to myself. As I
opened the letter, the first words made me sob.
“Today is the first
of a lifetime of good-byes.” Thankful
that my roommate wasn’t there to see me, I bawled like a baby. I missed my mom already.
Of course her letter
continued on to encourage me to embrace the new friends, experiences and
education I’d receive. She noted that a
good-bye is always accompanied by an introduction to something new, and
reminded me how I loved a good challenge.
She iterated her love, pride and hope for my new adventure ahead. But those first words have never left me,
because they are so true.
Last weekend, David's coworkers threw him a going away party. It was all I could do to fight back tears as their cards were read. The following day our community group from church made a pumpkin "We'll Miss You" dessert and prayed over us as group came to a close. It's so hard to say good-bye. So, so hard... And I'm not even gone yet!
Last weekend, David's coworkers threw him a going away party. It was all I could do to fight back tears as their cards were read. The following day our community group from church made a pumpkin "We'll Miss You" dessert and prayed over us as group came to a close. It's so hard to say good-bye. So, so hard... And I'm not even gone yet!
A lifetime of
good-byes...
Now, as David, Maya and I face another good-bye to our dear friends here in
Portland, my emotions are all too familiar.
Excitement is filled with anxious hope.
I’m nervous yet expectant—joyful yet sad. And thankful… I’m so thankful for these past
four years. We have ‘grown up’ during
our time in Portland and learned so much.
In a couple months
we’ll be on the east coast, out of our nicely sized home and into a tiny little apartment all cozied up to each
other and far away from the rain into the snow.
We’ll be a short train ride away from New York City but 3000 miles from
our friends here and family in California.
It’s crazy how in a blink of an eye, your life can change.
We’re going to miss our Portland family so
much, but are excited and hopeful for the new adventure ahead. David leaves Sunday and begins his new job next week! Your prayers for our transition are welcomed
and coveted!
So I tried to post a comment earlier but it didn't post :( Praying for you guys! Goodbyes are hard, but God is good!!
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Love you too! Thank you for your prayers :)
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