i took it all in today. holding back tears. and drinking in the sounds of the sweet ville.
the orphanage was hard.
kissing my Abdourman...knowing it could be more than a year before i check on him again....was almost more than my heart could handle. i cried. and i cried hard. the hard, warm tears that overflow when you aren't expecting them. coming just around the time the line "red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight..."
oh, that he would realize how special he is in the sight of the King. for him to understand that i would take him home to be mine in a second. that he would know he is special. his disability does not mean he is worthless but rather gives our Daddy the opportunity to show off a little bit more.
but all of the sentimental came to a screeching hault when....the typical day in the life happened....the newest addition threw up all over me. almost spoiled milk on a dress...in the 120 degree heat. let's all take a moment and realize how disgusting THAT is.
i wouldn't have wanted my last day there any other way.
my bags are packed....okay, almost. and they are overweight. i know, so typical. i earn the worst packer award. you think i would be good at it by now.
and my ticket is ready for tomorrow.
a new adventure. a new stamp in my passport. and new kids to love. new people to meet. new everything.
while all of that excites me, it is still hard to leave. with not a lot of pictures being permitted here...i am trying to ingrain their faces in my memory. every line. every scar. every little piece of hair out of place.
so tonight i took a walk. bought the kids some stuff. and said goodbye to my students.
the hope we have is that every child i loved. every student i poured into. He was there. He is here. and He continues to work even when i am gone.
Ethiopia, i'm coming for ya!
no blogs until i arrive back home to the states. it's illegal there.
see ya on the flip side :)
the orphanage was hard.
kissing my Abdourman...knowing it could be more than a year before i check on him again....was almost more than my heart could handle. i cried. and i cried hard. the hard, warm tears that overflow when you aren't expecting them. coming just around the time the line "red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight..."
oh, that he would realize how special he is in the sight of the King. for him to understand that i would take him home to be mine in a second. that he would know he is special. his disability does not mean he is worthless but rather gives our Daddy the opportunity to show off a little bit more.
but all of the sentimental came to a screeching hault when....the typical day in the life happened....the newest addition threw up all over me. almost spoiled milk on a dress...in the 120 degree heat. let's all take a moment and realize how disgusting THAT is.
i wouldn't have wanted my last day there any other way.
my bags are packed....okay, almost. and they are overweight. i know, so typical. i earn the worst packer award. you think i would be good at it by now.
and my ticket is ready for tomorrow.
a new adventure. a new stamp in my passport. and new kids to love. new people to meet. new everything.
while all of that excites me, it is still hard to leave. with not a lot of pictures being permitted here...i am trying to ingrain their faces in my memory. every line. every scar. every little piece of hair out of place.
so tonight i took a walk. bought the kids some stuff. and said goodbye to my students.
the hope we have is that every child i loved. every student i poured into. He was there. He is here. and He continues to work even when i am gone.
Ethiopia, i'm coming for ya!
no blogs until i arrive back home to the states. it's illegal there.
see ya on the flip side :)
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