Good byes are hard, and I feel like I've been doing more than my fair share of t hem lately. If there is such a thing as fair share. There isn't, really. I just don't like saying goodbye. Any goodbye at all feels like "more than my fair share."
I'd like to make this a memorable, thought provoking post, but it isn't shaping up to be that way. Oh, well. It's five minute Friday, so that's okay, right? :)
I like my life the way it is, and I don't like saying goodbye to things or people. Especially people. I like stuff, but most of it I could take or leave. When it comes to people, that's different. I don't mind adding in new friends, in fact I love meeting new people. But when God starts moving people out of my life, that's something I'm not okay with. I don't like chapters to close.
I guess this is the point where I have to remember that no matter what happens on this earth, because of what Jesus did for us on the cross, we don't truly have to say good bye to any of our brothers or sisters in Christ. The worst case synario is "see you later, for all eternity." Which isn't really that bad.
While it might be frustrating, or heart rending, or irritating or any number of things in the here and now, thinking in light of eternity (which we are always supposed to do) goodbyes aren't really all that scary or terrible. And we have Jesus and his gift, and God and his acceptance of that gift to thank for that.