Some people have a favorite word. I have an un-favorite word:
Words sour with overuse and I have said goodbye too many times to count. That word makes my heart sick and it bleeds into my journal where I’ve written, “Someday no more goodbye. Someday heaven.”
But today I learned something. I can’t remember where I ran across it—it might have been in a magazine article. This short definition jumped off the page like a jack-in-the-box:
Goodbye – a contraction of “God be with you.” A blessing.
I looked it up online to be sure. I found out that in the fifteen and sixteen hundreds it morphed from “god be with ye” to “god-b’wye” to “good-b’wy.” Now we say goodbye.
I let the words sink in.
God be with you, Christine.
God be with you, Grandma.
God be with you, Marquise.
It hurts less.
And I think I was wrong about heaven. Heaven isn’t the end of goodbye. It’s the fulfillment of goodbye, the fulfillment of the blessing.
Revelation 21:3 “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.”
He will be with us.
May He be with us soon.