A week ago today we wrapped up our time in Phnom Penh by doing as much as we could in the city and telling everyone we found that we hoped to one day see them again.
Our time at Daughters was a blessing. Over the month I baked, knitted, made some beads, and spent some time hanging out with the women of Daughters and men of Sons.
That last day was fabulously exhausting. I woke up feeling like I still had a million things to accomplish and only a 2 hour span to cover it all. I walked into our last day at Daughters with a bit of trepidation. Esther and I had been knitting for weeks, and I had taught her everything I knew, plus a little I learned along the way. But I did not want to finish our lessons, say goodbye and leave her to feel as though something was left incomplete.
As I walked in to the knitting/crocheting room for the last time, I stumbled upon the most wonderful thing. A volunteer from Australia had just flown in for the week. Beside her was a HUGE bag of knitting needles and supplies and laid out on the table was book after book of patterns and ideas. I sat down in awe as I watched Esther and her busy knitting.
We talked and then we said our goodbyes. And I was left wholly aware of this: God had called me to Daughters for more than knitting, and He has a plan for long after my departure. When I was unsure of my abilities, He had already planned for what would happen next… and it was not about me.
Of all the ways I could have said goodbye to Esther and Daughters, I do not think I could have imagined it better.
