goodbyes are still sad, even on this side of the world.

i hate goodbyes.
im not good at them.
i never have been.
we went to the hope house this morning
and we all knew this would be the last day.
there would be no "tomorrow! tomorrow!"
at the end of our visit with hugs and smiles.
we got there and we hugged and took
many pictures.
they did my hair
and put flowers in it.
and sang "i am a c,
i am a c-h,
i am a c-h-r-i-s-t-i-a-n
and i have c-h-r-i-s-t
in my he-a-r-t
abd i will l-i-v-e-e-t-e-r-n-a-l-l-y"
and we wrote with chalk
on the stairs
and we colored in coloring books
and we went upstairs to the roof
and picked mangos from the tree.
and we twirled our skirts.
holding hands all the while.
and then we said bye.

goodbyes are hard but
they are not so hard as to
regret coming at all.
im glad i came.
im glad i met these girls.
im so thankful for this experience
and their beautiful faces
and their smiles
and their huge eyes
that are so watchful
of everything i do
so that they can mirror it.
they are lovely and wonderful
and polite
and eager to know more about the Lord
and so receptive
and so smart.
i praise God for letting me
even be a tiny part
of His huge miraculous plan
for His tiny angels
that find a home
at the Hope House.
i love them:]


that He would remember me,
and answer my prayer of seinding me.
How great is our God!