I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her. -Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

I’m in the midst of a long business trip, and it reminds me yet again how I hate partings. I have always hated them, but moreso as I age. I long to be home and see my wife and family, as Paul longed to see Timothy. Amid such melancholy, what a joy it is to consider that one day these “former things” will pass away. (Rev 21:4)

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