Reality is catching up to my dreams.

Yesterday I submitted my job resignation.  After more than a decade of working on the hill, it seems strange to think about working anywhere else.  I know this hill like the back of my hand – the obscure, hidden tunnels; the hidden spots that provide unbelievable views of the valley and mountains; the best places to sit for some quality people-watching.  In a weird way, OHSU feels like home in a way few other places do.

Last night I sat on my loveseat with my best friend, who left insisting that our quick hangout most certainly did not count toward the two reserved hangout times we’ve posted on our calendars.  She is the first person I will have to say my goodbyes to, and we have only two short weeks remaining in this chapter of our friendship.  How do I say goodbye to someone who has been by my side so faithfully for the last 6 years?

I try not to, but every Sunday I catch myself counting my remaining Sundays at Hinson.  I have four left – four.  Hinson – my home, the place where my family can be found, the place where I have had the challenge and privilege of being taught and guided by some truly amazing men and women – people who love me because they understand what it means that Christ loves them.  The time to say goodbye is almost here.

I am learning that goodbyes are hard, and that I do not like them – not one bit.  Yet even as I prepare to say all my goodbyes, I find there is joy even in goodbyes.  As I prepare to close this chapter of my life, I realize how incredibly spoiled I am.  God has blessed me beyond what I ever imagined, particularly through the relationships He has provided and worked through.  I have so many things – I am not in want or need.  I have so many wonderful friends – I am not an island.  So as my heart breaks with each goodbye, I am also brought to my knees in gratitude.  My God is faithful.