Goodbye, Seattle
There's
something strangely romantic about the rain in Seattle.
Something
sweet and dear amidst the mist.
I don't
know if it's the emerald ambiance or the abundance of alpines.
All I
know is when I touchdown in Seattle, I'm usually home.
But after a four-year hiatus between my most recent visits, I've, no doubt had to revisit a chilling reality...
...one we all face at some point or another...
...and that is: times change.
Relationships
grow.
While some estrange, others slow.
'Cause as
the charm of childhood fades, as the innocence of youth dims, you begin to
realize: you can't always pick up where you left off.
And
sometimes, the life you used to know isn't meant to be known anymore.
So you
press on… high on hope, yet down on the fact it still hurts…
…lost
somewhere between what was and what is, wondering why a hard reboot can’t reset
life to the good ole’ days…and why a clean slate can’t woo a splintered soul…
…and why a
thankful heart* sometimes isn’t enough to cure emptiness and offset the pain of
what was never seen.
Of
course, there’s the beauty of the grander scheme unfolding...and a supernatural
joy to behold when we press on and punch through…when we remember God who not
only makes all things new but orchestrates them for our good.
Yet,
maybe you’re like me and have encountered the awkward dichotomy of loving the a clean slate, but also wanting life to make sense just as much.
Well…as
much I hate bursting bubbles…I’m telling you: you can’t have it both ways. You can’t bask in the glory of
starting over from scratch, while also feeling entitled to connect the dots
that makeup who you are...that has led you to where you are…as if your peace
is somehow contingent on making everything count for something.
‘Cause truth is: While it’s perfectly human to
want life’s defining moments to mean something, it’s only when we lay down this
right when we start to take flight (see Jesus’ definition of living vs. dying). And hear
me…I understand the desire to have people know the real you. I know what it’s like to drown within the cocoon of your
own transformation…wishing those (who should be) closest to you could catch a
glimpse of the greatness being worked within.
But ‘til
then, the best remains a shadow in people’s minds…in everyone’s but yours.
And while
God is most certainly enough…it doesn’t completely solve the heartbreak of feeling
like an alien among familiar faces…like an Ishmael in a land of Isaac’s.
Perhaps
you find yourself in a similar boat…where your favorite characters on in a
different book than the one you’re in. And perhaps you’re scratching your head,
wondering how to move forward when emotionally, everything feels hopelessly
lateral.
Honestly,
I don’t have the answers, but I promise I’ll be seeking them.
In the
meantime, I bid a fond farewell to the City of Swiss, knowing the
know the best is yet to come…
…and how even
though I may wrestle with the outdated filters of people I wish I could be
closer to…even though I may return to places I no longer can pick up from…it
doesn’t mean I can’t believe for God’s best.
And with
that, I say: “Goodbye, Seattle”.
It was real…
Footnotes
* for the memories and lessons learned
* for the memories and lessons learned
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