Saying goodbye

God has a sense of humor.

Our son leaving the USAHeather and I (and Jay and Rachel) said goodbye to our son Ben last week. Not just any goodbye – but for two whole years.

He’s now in Italy, working with refugees arriving in Europe off boats from North Africa. He’s with a group called Care for Catania.

The irony of the situation is that our parents and siblings did the same thing back in 1993. Heather and I left the USA to serve with Wycliffe Bible Translators for three years in Nairobi, Kenya. (Later we left again for three years in England and two more years in Kenya.)

We never really understood what they felt back then. We were heading off to a new life and a giant set of unknown adventures.

Our families were left behind.

Though we know God has great things in store for Ben – and we are praying that God will use him in powerful ways in the lives of others – we still ache because we won’t see him until mid-term.

Thank you, God, for stretching us – and helping us know that others were stretched before us.


Paul Merrill writes here every first Friday of each month.