Goodbye’s are hard.
Goodbye’s are stupid.
Goodbye’s just plain suck.
We shouldn’t have to say goodbye to people we love and care about.
We shouldn’t have to live 773 miles from people we love to the moon and back.
…But sometimes we do.
Some time ago, in the not so distant past, I used to mask the sadness of goodbye with anything and everything that made me not actually have to feel it. While in the moment it was fantastic, afterward it would leave me more broken than before. There is something to be said about feeling emotion and then being able to let it go. To have a good ugly-face cry and let God know you think His plan is dumb… But you trust it anyway because you know to the depths of your soul that He is sovereign and He will make all things good.
He makes it good even when we don’t see it ourselves.
He makes it good even when we don’t understand the logic.
He makes it good even when we think we would have a better plan.
So I accept this as truth.
And I feel the sadness.
And I sit in an airport and I ugly-face cry.
And I hold in my heart the Truth.
He works all things for good, for those who love him.
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck, but it does sprinkle it with hope… And that makes all the difference.