After leaving Swaziland, I'm sad to say that I've left a piece of my heart there. On our last night in Swaziland, we had one more time with our kids there. We did our usual worship, a brief lesson, and left for the night. On that specific, night during worship, the thought of leaving entered my mind. As the children began singing, as a heavenly host of angels, I couldn't hold it together any longer. Hiding behind the backs of the boys sitting on my lap, I choked back the sobs and dried up my tears on their jackets. I knew that would be the last time I'd see them again because we'd leave before they'd get out of school the next day. The next car ride would seem like my 2nd longest car ride EVER, 2nd only to leaving the trainstation in Oradea, Romania. That following morning as we passed through the newly built gate from the day before, the previous three weeks flashed before my eyes. From first arriving to playing with a baby doll, it all seemed to end so abruptly and without warning. How could I leave so fast? Where did all the time go? These were the thoughts that rushed through my head for the next hour and a half. I had just left a part of my heart in Swaziland. 🙁
