Long Goodbye

These weeks feel like somewhere in the background, there is a song being played called the Long Goodbye. The tune is lively and full of emotion, and has been steadily crescendoing with a mixture of reluctant sadness and excited anticipation for the page to turn.

When we started down this road a year ago, one of my biggest fears was that it would take us away from those so dear to us. That we would be on our own. I thought we would tell people we were moving, and they would walk away. But instead, we have been carried to where we are today, backed with care and support for what’s ahead. I don’t even know how to describe the outpouring of love we have received. But I’ll try…

We have friends who are like family. And family who are our friends.
(I’m not distinguishing between the two here and just calling all yall friends.)
There’s the friends whose eyes have filled with tears during these days together. Who have committed to not let the miles create distance. Who embrace through the tears when it would hurt less to turn their backs. There’s the friends who just moved into a house with a basement, and out of all they could do with that space, they offered it to us to store some stuff. There’s the friend who knew my son was turning 5 and we were busy packing, so she turned her daughter’s birthday party into a bash for the both of them. There’s the friends who threw us the most meaningful, elegant, fun going-away party, so that we could approach goodbyes with laughs and cheers. There’s the friends who have made us meals and made sure they were gluten-free. There’s the friends who get a gleam in their eyes when they ask if we can receive packages, and for our address. There’s the friends who have been eager to help…even if it means unpacking our kitchen, packing it up, unpacking it, packing it up again (all while they were in the middle of their own major kitchen renovation). There’s the friends who have always just been there – for advice, prayer, laughs, walks. There are the friends who no matter how long it’s been, we’ll always be able to pick up where we left off.

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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We have something truly amazing here.
Sometimes I think we’re cray-cray for leaving it.
And I long for that Day when this doesn’t seem crazy.

But for now, I am forever grateful for the One goodbye we will never have to say.

The LORD Himself goes before you and will be with you;
He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.
Deuteronomy 31.8


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