Leaving and saying goodbye have become almost normal to me in the last few months, but it’s still never easy.
On our last night at the orphanage we worshiped together and then had some time to hang out and play for just a little bit.
Our bus was leaving early the next morning so we didn’t think we’d be able to see them again before we left.
Walking out the gate with kids hanging all over us, not wanting us to leave and asking us when we will be back was my least favorite moment in Cambodia
I wasn’t able to say the words goodbye. When I opened my mouth to say it the words ‘see you next time’ came out instead.
I have no idea if I will see these kids again.
They have open invitations to come visit me when it’s their turn to travel the world and Jesus could call me back to spend more time in Cambodia.
At this moment I have no way to know if it will really happen.
But it was not an empty promise.
I do believe with all my heart that I will see them again when Jesus comes back.
These kids know what it means to love Jesus and live for Him and I cannot wait to hear the stories of their lives.
I may not hear those stories this side of heaven but there will be a next time.
