Hardest part of The World Race

I’ve showered in a river.
I’ve eaten foreign food.
I’ve lived in one room with 6 girls.
I lived in a tiny two room house with 8 people.
I got sick with a foreign virus.
I haven’t been in air conditioning in a while.
I’ve slept on the ground or outside every night.
I’ve been surrounded by people 24/7 (for an introvert that’s a big deal)

But the hardest part of the world race.

Saying goodbye.

As church ended Sunday morning we were rushed out of Moca and had to say our goodbyes quickly.
We pulled away and the tears started falling.
Then came the ugly cry.

What’s harder than saying goodbye?
Saying goodbye twice!

The bus pulled up in Lajas and to our surprise almost every single kid that we gave our heart to in Moca came to our field day camp! We got to
Hang out with them all day yesterday and it was amazing!

Then they had to get back on the bus. Then came the goodbye for real. The phrase “Te Amo” was used countless times. The salt from my tears started to make the sunburn only face sting. Lips quivering. Snot falling.

They pulled away. We waved goodbye.

And that’s it.
Probably won’t see most of them ever again if I’m being honest.

But in the midst of the suck factor of saying goodbye, I know that I loved them well. I didn’t love them with my love. I loved them with God’s love. I took full advantage of my time with them. I wouldn’t change a thing.

I’ll miss their sweet faces more than I can even imagine. But at least I’ll know I showed them God’s love and joy over the last two weeks.

Pray for month 2 that I can invest my heart in those people like I did this month, even though it’s certain I will get my heart broken in the process.

Month One? DONE!