Goodbye.

The day has come.

Goodbyes have been said, and now, as if to make them effective and worthwhile, September 4th has arrived.

There is so much to be said this morning; so much I'm feeling. But few words are better, I think.

I'm afraid. I'm excited. I'm ready.

This morning I took my coffee out onto the roof and sat with the skyline and my Jesus for a bit. I told Jesus I was afraid. And it was as if He said, "Do you see that skyline? One day, I will wipe that out in a heartbeat, but you? I will hold onto you forever. Nothing can snatch you out of My Father's hand."

So I'm going. With confidence and fear, hesitation and eagerness.

Goodbye, Chicago.

Goodbye, skyline and sirens and chaos.

Goodbye, Moody.

Goodbye, Nine North.

Goodbye, Katelynn and Matthew.

Goodbye, Amy and Hannah.

Goodbye, familiar.

Hello, adventure.