The term happy ending sometimes seems like it is misnamed. For me a lot of endings seem to mean something sad. At the end of school it always meant the end of favorite subjects and the end of a fun year. At the end of camp it meant saying good-bye to new friends that I knew I would most likely never see again. When we moved it meant saying good-bye to neighbor friends and favorite spaces.
Some endings aren’t so bad though–the end of something good can mean the beginning of something even better! The end of my college years meant a new job with new friendships. The end of my first car meant more reliable transportation. The end of my single years brought me into the arms of a wonderful man that I am delighted to fall more in love with everyday.
It’s been a little quiet around here this week because I’ve been taking time to contemplate and grieve. This past week was the end of a good friend’s battle with cancer, the end of her pain, and of her life here on earth. While I will miss her more then I can really put into words right now, I am thankful for those endings because it means she’s in the arms of her Lord and Savior whom she so faithfully served and loved with all her heart.
Today the world is missing someone who was the hands and feet of Jesus to everyone she met. She didn’t like good-byes anymore then I do, but I can say with all confidence–see you soon!