This Last Goodbye

Let this goodbye of ours, this last goodbye,
Be still and splendid like a forest tree…
Let there be one grand look within our eyes
Built of the wonderment of the past years,
Too vast a thing of beauty to be lost
In quivering lips and burning floods of tears.

Elisabeth Elliot, Passion and Purity (Revell, 2002), p. 67.

If I had to stand before my beloved and say goodbye, not knowing if I would ever see or hear from him again, would I be able to do it without quivering lips and burning flood of tears? If that is what he desired, I would try, for his sake…. at least until he had closed the door. What courage that must have taken. What love. What selflessness. Both to ask and to receive.

℘ ℘ ℘ ℘ ℘ ℘ ℘ ℘ ℘

Elisabeth Elliot’s writing has greatly influenced my life, even as a grown married woman. I truly wish someone had introduced me to her works when I was a teenager, but I am learning that it is never too late to incorporate the principles she teaches: namely, that passion is not sinful and purity is not prudish. Nor are they mutually exclusive. You can have both.

One Reply to “This Last Goodbye”

Questions or Comments?

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s