For the family member grieving the home-going of a dearly departed loved one, for the parent sending off their child to school or college for the first time, for the person leaving friends and family to begin a new adventure, saying goodbye is never easy. Letting go of the ones you love never gets easier.
Being a third culture kid, and having suddenly lost my father in October 2012, I’ve had to say many goodbyes. I keep telling myself: Goodbyes are part of life. To every alpha there is an omega. To every beginning there is an end.
But life is lived in chunks. In seasons. In minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years … every stage of our lives is part of a bigger story.
The sting of goodbyes is made a tad lighter through time well spent (so I’m learning). Through living life abundantly in bite-sized chunks. Through numbering our days and making each minute count. Because only then can we avoid the pain of regret, forgetting the past and focusing on what lies ahead.
LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is (Psalm 39:4).