I spent the last time (i think) in one of my favorite villages here.
It was translated to me that the pastor there is already praying for my return and will start fasting when I leave. I don't know if I'm coming back yet, so I joked with him that he is going to become a very skinny man after all his fasting waiting for me to return.
I am humbled, honored and overwhelmed that people are already praying for me to return.
People that have washed my feet, that have prayed for me, that encourage me with their presence and the way they live their lives. People that i've started laughing, crying, and sharing life with.
12 days. THat's it.
I have 12 days to appreciate every moment I have left here. I have 12 days left to make much of Christ in Romania and return home empty (lesson learned from Leah Day). I have 12 days left to encourage and love on the people that are staying. 12 short, fleeting days.
Pray every moment would be spent to the fullest.
Driving away from that village today, I became increasingly aware that for the next 12 days, I can start saying: "this is the last time i will do _____."
That is both exciting but extremely saddening.
…It's going to be harder to leave this place than I thought…..
