Five Minute Friday scribblings, Perspective

Leave: Leaving and Left Behind

Dry creek bed

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Leave. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!


Hubby and I stole our final few moments, sitting in the waiting area of the airport. The last few moments before he left for a month-long business trip.

Part of me wanted to savor every moment before he stepped into the security line and out of my sight. Part of me wanted to walk away, rather than endure the ache of watching him leave our boys and me for a month.

Frozen flower

I’ve decided between being the one leaving and being the one left behind, the second one is the more painful of the two scenarios. Being the one leaving, you have a purpose, a reason for going. Being the one left behind? Loneliness fills the place where his vibrant presence normally dwells within me.

When he leaves for an international trip, I always fear something will happen. It’s a constant choosing to trust that God holds him in the palm of His hand. A constant choosing to believe that God will bring him back to our little family again.


No matter who does the leaving and who does the staying, there’s heartache involved. The absence of the person’s presence, life—the absence of vitality—is the hardest to walk with every day of his being gone.

But, the good thing with his leaving? We get to celebrate his home coming. We get to marvel at all the great ways God showed up to help each of us through the lonely times. How He met us in our sadness and uplifted us with His joy.

Red leaves

And on that day when one of us leaves Earth first? We will celebrate being reunited as a son and a daughter of the Father. Together.

The one who stays behind will walk a path of sorrow, certainly. Will also know the anticipation of seeing the other again. I hope it’s many years down the road. I am reminded that leaving is never permanent when we have Jesus in common.

What about you? Which do you find more difficult? Leaving or staying behind? How do you stay strong when a loved one is absent for a long period of time? 

Vist Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday—Leave post!

8 thoughts on “Leave: Leaving and Left Behind”

  1. Stopping by from FMF — Your photos are breathtaking. I appreciate the contrast between leaving and being left. There are always two sides to everything & you did a nice job making the two rub up against each other and weave around trusting in God.


    1. You’re right, Ruth. There are two sides to everything. And they do often seem to rub against each other. We always have a choice in how we view them too, yes? I’m so glad you stopped by. Thanks!


  2. That’s a tough question… Whenever I had to leave home, I wished I was staying. But, being the last to leave is so lonely. Good luck with this month of solo parenting!!


    1. Actually Annie, he went over the summer. Thankfully, I’m not solo parenting this month. 🙂 I was the first to leave our house (I’m the oldest of three girls). I can imagine it would get lonely being the last one at home. 🙂 Have a great weekend!


  3. There is no joy of homecoming without the sorrow of leavetaking…I love that!

    Speaking of leaving, it seems that Brittany Maynard, the young woman with brain cancer who’d planned to end her life tomorrow (Nov. 1) may postpone that step. I hope she chooses not to leave, at least for now.

    If I may, I’ll include a link to an open letter to her that I wrote for my other blog. I hope I’m not overstepping what’s appropriate here…but it is about leaving, and choosing to stay.


    1. I’ve heard and read about Brittany Maynard. I’ve been praying for her. I’m glad she’s postponing her decision to take her life. I read your letter on your blog. Just beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Andrew!


  4. I love that leaving is never permanent when we know and love Jesus. My husband travels for work as well. A lot of prayer is involved, especially when the separation is long.


    1. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who deals with a traveling hubby. 🙂 Lots of prayer is involved. Daily, sometimes hourly, yes? Thanks for stopping by, Lisa!


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