Over the course of my life I’ve gotten pretty good at saying “Good bye.” I’m not saying that it's always easy, but I’ve been doing it for a long time.
When we were missionaries, our family moved halfway around the world. We were far from loving family and our children were two, eight and ten. There were many sad faces the days leading up to our departure, but no one was as sad as my mother-in-law. Days before we were to leave, she would hold our two-year-old daughter and sob. She would cling to her to savor every moment.
It is a known fact, in my family, that my husband is the weepy one. Me...not so much. He’s the one who cries at movies, sad stories, or things he’s read. He often will glance in my direction whenever something tugs at his heart to see if I’m equally affected. Tears will stream down his face like Niagara Falls while my eyes are as dry as the Sahara Dessert. However, I will admit, seeing my mother-in-law cry over the pending loss of her grandchildren for years on end was difficult. This was before Facebook, FaceTime, cell phones and even email!
Now, here I am getting close to saying good bye to that same “two-year-old daughter.” She and her husband are months away from taking four of our grandchildren to a faraway place to be ambassadors for Christ. That big good bye is getting closer by the day, but like I said before it won't be my first.
I’ve said, Good byes, to loved ones as they have pasted from this life to eternity and many, many friends as ministry has moved us from place to place all over the world…I just want to interject here that I’ve heard the song, Friends are Friends Forever, more times than I care to say.
Yet, the biggest and best Good bye of my entire life was at an altar when I was seven years old. That was Good bye to the old and hello to the new. It was also a promise that there would be one thing in my life that I would never have to say Good bye to.
In Romans 8:38-39 there is a promise to the Believer that nothing can separate us from the love of God.
For I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from his love. Death can’t, and life can’t. The angels won’t, and all the powers of hell itself cannot keep God’s love away. Our fears for today, our worries about tomorrow, or where we are—high above the sky, or in the deepest ocean—nothing will ever be able to separate us from the love of God demonstrated by our Lord Jesus Christ when he died for us. (TLB)
I’d love to never be separated from any of my family or friends, but these separations are inevitable. My life is destined for many Good byes, except for this one—God’s love isn’t going anywhere and that's a promise!
I think I’m feeling a strange moisture in my eyes. Could it be…