It's all too much.
The goodbyes have begun and I barely know what to say here on this blog. Every little thing we do feels tinged with sadness. I keep thinking, "this is the last time...." It's got me in the worse kind of funk. I've cried plenty and I'll cry more.
There are many "sacrifices" made by the foreign missionary. I don't really mind any of them but one. Can you guess what it is?
Leaving loved ones.
We, as humans, tend to avoid the things that hurt. And if something does hurt, we then question what got us into such an uncomfortable position in the first place. Goodbyes get harder and harder with time, not easier. This round of goodbyes is the worst yet.
But, as much as it hurts, I am comforted by the Comforter - the One who truly knows the heartache of goodbyes. And I don't question. I'm certain that God is in this move, that He has a plan and a purpose for us in Indonesia. He's proved that to me a hundred times over. To stay would be to run from Him and I couldn't bear that.
So, we say our goodbyes. We cry. We take our hope in the One who loves us all and entrust our loved ones to His care. We look forward to the reunions that are sure to come. We shout a mighty "Hallelujah!" for Skype.
We'd appreciate your prayers this week. For all of us - those leaving and those staying. We leave town and head to MAF headquarters in Nampa on Friday. We're excited to go but dreading the farewells all at the same time.
There are many "sacrifices" made by the foreign missionary. I don't really mind any of them but one. Can you guess what it is?
Leaving loved ones.
We, as humans, tend to avoid the things that hurt. And if something does hurt, we then question what got us into such an uncomfortable position in the first place. Goodbyes get harder and harder with time, not easier. This round of goodbyes is the worst yet.
But, as much as it hurts, I am comforted by the Comforter - the One who truly knows the heartache of goodbyes. And I don't question. I'm certain that God is in this move, that He has a plan and a purpose for us in Indonesia. He's proved that to me a hundred times over. To stay would be to run from Him and I couldn't bear that.
So, we say our goodbyes. We cry. We take our hope in the One who loves us all and entrust our loved ones to His care. We look forward to the reunions that are sure to come. We shout a mighty "Hallelujah!" for Skype.
We'd appreciate your prayers this week. For all of us - those leaving and those staying. We leave town and head to MAF headquarters in Nampa on Friday. We're excited to go but dreading the farewells all at the same time.
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