Yesterday, I had to leave two dogs home alone for some time while I went to take care of other obligations. These are not even my dogs, but they knew I was leaving. They had a certain sadness as they watched me get ready to leave, the kind that said – please stay; we will miss you.
At the same time, there was anticipation. There was a certainty of the return. I knew I would be back, and so did they.
I cannot help but think of the promise Jesus made to us. I won’t quote it directly, but he basically gives us this same situation – I am leaving you, but I will return. It must have brought a certain sadness to Him and His followers, and of course the anticipation of the return.
When I finally did return, it was not a grand celebration. It was simply a comfort of being there, back with the ones I had left behind.
Maybe, this can bring comfort in knowing that despite the sadness and separation of a farewell, there is the promise of return. Not just for a short time visit, but one that will last forever.