I always get a little bit sad right before I leave for a trip to Georgia. My life is very much wrapped up in Louisville now. At the same time, I get sad again when I leave Georgia to come back. My family is there. The first 23 years of my life were spent there. I know those mountains like the back of my hand. At the same time, most of the time I am there I miss my life here, and while I am here I miss at least my family there. Never mind that I have friends in all corners of the world now that I hardly ever see. Such is the way of things. We all scatter our ways, and maybe we will see each other again, and maybe we won’t. That is, until the day that, God willing, those of us who have faith in him can be together forever in his glory. The heartache we feel reminds us that it wasn’t supposed to be this way. This life is now temporary and the new creation hasn’t happened yet. We’re waiting for it. Until then, we say goodbye to each other, but we do so with the hope that goodbye doesn’t have to be forever.