After living in many different places, meeting hundreds of amazing people, forming great friendships, and then saying hundreds of good byes I have come to the conclusion that good byes are THE WORST. And the worst part is that with every good-bye it seems to only get worse. Each good bye is a reminder of my past good byes.
Today I said good bye to over 60 of our kids at the First Love children's home and it sucked. Some of you may be wondering why I'm already saying good bye when I'm not actually leaving till next week, but because of Kenyan law all orphans are supposed to have some legal guardian that claims them as family. The families may not be able to take care of them year round, but they are supposed to take the kids at Christmas time, so that each child remembers and understands where their family heritage comes from.
Anyway, I always knew that I wasn't here for long term, and knew that I would eventually be leaving and saying good bye to these kiddos. But I guess I just just try and fool myself that the good byes will just get easier... when in fact its just the opposite. It also doesn't help that I'm probably still grieving leaving my last home and some very dear friends that I had to leave behind.
My passion is seeing God's work being done around the world. I love seeing his children working for the greater good. But why is it that my passion, that God has given me, has also created the biggest heartbreak in my life.
The last three months have been so many things, exciting, adventurous, exhausting, frustrating, and so so great! But I have had to say some of the hardest good byes, and it is only through the power of God that I am able to say good bye one more time this next week. I know it won't be my last, but this is what's in front of me now. Plus I still have 25 other little orphans who need me this week.
If you think of it this week, please say a little prayer for me.
Today I said good bye to over 60 of our kids at the First Love children's home and it sucked. Some of you may be wondering why I'm already saying good bye when I'm not actually leaving till next week, but because of Kenyan law all orphans are supposed to have some legal guardian that claims them as family. The families may not be able to take care of them year round, but they are supposed to take the kids at Christmas time, so that each child remembers and understands where their family heritage comes from.
Anyway, I always knew that I wasn't here for long term, and knew that I would eventually be leaving and saying good bye to these kiddos. But I guess I just just try and fool myself that the good byes will just get easier... when in fact its just the opposite. It also doesn't help that I'm probably still grieving leaving my last home and some very dear friends that I had to leave behind.
My passion is seeing God's work being done around the world. I love seeing his children working for the greater good. But why is it that my passion, that God has given me, has also created the biggest heartbreak in my life.
The last three months have been so many things, exciting, adventurous, exhausting, frustrating, and so so great! But I have had to say some of the hardest good byes, and it is only through the power of God that I am able to say good bye one more time this next week. I know it won't be my last, but this is what's in front of me now. Plus I still have 25 other little orphans who need me this week.
If you think of it this week, please say a little prayer for me.
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| So much love for these kids. |
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