Can somebody please pinch me? I’ve got to be dreaming. After nine months of ministry, six countries, and 260 days of missional living I’ve finished my last day of ministry. I don’t know how to feel. There’s no guide book on how to handle these types of thing, no easy pamphlet to tell you what to feel. I’m saddened to leave my ‘chicos’ after two and a half months of teaching them, making crafts with them, and playing with them. Speaking in very poor Spanish and getting giggles. Tickling one child only to be tickled myself by the other 19 in the class. The saddest part is, I don’t know when I’ll see these kiddos again. I don’t know when I will hold, tickle, or hug these sweet children again. However, the memories I have with them are priceless. Cheesy, I know but it’s true.
I’m excited for what the next chapter holds and yet, I’m also crying. Crying because as much as I love my family and friends at home, I leave the family and friends I’ve created, not only on my squad but in every country. I leave my room full of other girls for a room alone. I leave the people who know me on the deepest level, and did that in nine months (some of them did it in only three). I leave getting to know the sweetest kids here, to getting to know people who speak my language. This is the kind of sadness that only comes from the deepest love.
To finish my short blog, I want to…well I don’t actually know what to do. I want to leave you knowing that, even with everything I’ve gone through, good and bad, I wouldn’t trade one single second. As much as I’ve missed my people at home, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I want to leave you with the thought of ‘making every second count.’ Once again, I know, cheesy but it’s the truth. Anyway, love you all, friend and stranger alike and be on the look out for my final blog coming soon.
