How do I ever let go of my sweet seven year old falling asleep in my arms? From his deep rhythmic breathing and snoring on my chest?
How do I ever let go of the little hand that inevitably always finds mine to hold as we walk to the chapel each day?
How do I ever let go of the sounds of laughter and freedom that echo throughout the open airs of this mountain top?
How do I ever let go of my rambunctious five year old who just wants me to watch himfly like super man one more time around the playground?
How do I ever let go of the pounding rain on our tin roofed house that sing me to sleepeach night?
How do I ever let go of the simplistic joy that comes from blowing bubbles, pushing kids on the swings, and reading them books?
How do I ever let go of the little six year old who screams my name and jumps into my arms every time he sees me?
How do I ever move on from the abuse, neglect, and tragedy that make up the pages of these children's stories?
I have fallen in deep love with El Shaddai and the children that stomp around in the puddles barefoot. This place is a piece of heaven that has a gigantic piece of my heart now. There's no getting it back after this month! Before I left for the Race I had a feeling this would happen at some point but never fathomed the love I would encounter here. I trusted Jesus had big plans for T-squad when he closed the doors on Kenya, Uganda, and Rwanda but I had no idea he had this up his sleeve. He sure is good at giving good gifts. I really don't think I'll be able to let go of this place because of the impact this month has had on me. In fact, I hope I never do because I don't ever want to forget the anointed blessing God had poured out on this mountain top.
