Adventures in Good Bye
I leave in 3 1/2 days, that's a little over 72 hours, after that I will be in Colorado on to my next adventure. It's exciting and a little bit scary. I am entering into a new season. Ecclesiastes 3 starts "To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven." The passage goes on to say there is a time to be born and a time to die... a time to weep and a time to laugh.... and though it's not stated there is a time to say hello and a time to say goodbye. I am standing with my feet on each side of the line. I am saying good bye to my job and those I worked with, to my family and to my friends. And on Monday I will be saying hello to all those I will meet when I get to Colorado.
This is not my first goodbye and certainly not my first hello, I have held other jobs and lived in a few places each season a bit different from the last, each good bye unique. This one in particular. Since my announcement at work a month ago that I would be leaving I have had all types of good byes. The I will miss yous, the good lucks, the I wish when I was your age I would have done something like that, the let me give some advice, the I've been there and loved it, the this is just another step in life you gotta take and I'm proud of you, the come back and visit, and even the more negative ah you probably won't like it.
It seems the minute you say you're leaving everyone has a story to tell about a good bye of their own, an adventure they once embarked on, a tall tale of a life lived.
This is my goodbye season, tomorrow is my last day of work, Sunday will be my last day of church, and on Monday I will say good bye to my family and get on that plane. It's sad, it's new, and it's exciting. A new season! Where God leads me only He knows (well at the moment anyway I guess I will see when I get there.)
And this is just because.
This is not my first goodbye and certainly not my first hello, I have held other jobs and lived in a few places each season a bit different from the last, each good bye unique. This one in particular. Since my announcement at work a month ago that I would be leaving I have had all types of good byes. The I will miss yous, the good lucks, the I wish when I was your age I would have done something like that, the let me give some advice, the I've been there and loved it, the this is just another step in life you gotta take and I'm proud of you, the come back and visit, and even the more negative ah you probably won't like it.
It seems the minute you say you're leaving everyone has a story to tell about a good bye of their own, an adventure they once embarked on, a tall tale of a life lived.
This is my goodbye season, tomorrow is my last day of work, Sunday will be my last day of church, and on Monday I will say good bye to my family and get on that plane. It's sad, it's new, and it's exciting. A new season! Where God leads me only He knows (well at the moment anyway I guess I will see when I get there.)
