Goodbye . . .

I thought I was used to goodbyes. I thought I had a heart of stone. Yet, every resolve melted as I said goodbye to my best friend for another long period of time.

I drove home from the airport shaking silently in pain as I considered pulling over and allowing myself to be lost in my thoughts. I would miss the way that he protected me, warned me, confronted me, worshiped with me, loved me, shopped with me, worked with me, laughed with me . . .

I commanded myself to rejoice in His goodness and perfect will. My heart has accepted His plan but the pain still lingers within.

“Come thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy praise.”