Parting is such sweet sorrow

As the saying goes:  We only part to meet again.  This is so true in so many aspects of life.  For who would had thought we were meant to go back to all those things and places we were parting from, four years ago as we sailed off to distant clouds?  Life is so unpredictable.  And strangely beautiful sometimes. 

Mixed emotions have found a home in my little heart these days… I’m excited about this new horizon that's opening ahead of us, but also saddened by having to say goodbye to our quiet, country life and the pleasant trails of life we’ve journeyed through these past four years.  

I’m ready to move on, but I’m also holding each precious hour of my present days in the palms of my hands, wishing I could keep them there forevermore and not having to see them fading away behind the passing of moments.

  

I sit on the front porch each day and try to drink in with my soul each thing I see and hear, each little moment and sound, hoping to remember them later when I’m away from it all.  I’m going to miss all this… this quiet, open view of this lush, green land where giant trees cocoon our souls, as our little white cottage shields our physical bodies.  

The warmth of this sun that does not know about ices, or freezing temperatures, the afternoon rains on petals and leaves and firefly illuminated nights.  I'm going to miss it all.

I’m feeling nostalgic and a little regretful.  About having to part, about having to embrace that cold-snowed-world of our yesterdays again.  But I do have many other things to look forward to as well... and thus, I am leaving all my longings and wistful feelings on the hands of this astounding, powerful Creator and Father of all who knows my heart so well.  I may not truly understand it, but God’s will for our lives has reason and purpose.  And I leave it all to Him. 

This past weekend we decided to go camping, and thus we visited our favorite campsite again.  It was our last camping trip of the year, as well as our last time camping in the South and most particularly in that campground we so love. The same campground where my magical tree is found... my “Living Water Tree”, and the place where I have lived many a happy gypsy story in our gypsy wagon.  Will we ever come back here again?

The reason it hurts so much to say goodbye to this place is because its heart and my soul have connected... 

...but I will have to remember that if we are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward us with a new hello.  Right?

Parting is such sweet sorrow...