The trip has come to an end. We stayed up all night, drove a caravan to the airport, went through the chaos of checking luggage...and then we said goodbye.
Every time it feels like if may be the last time. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. We hug our brothers and sisters as if we will never see them again.
I cried, straining for glimpses of their beloved faces, for as long as I could.
I wonder if we had any impact, if we helped, encouraged, or strengthened the believers of KZ.
I know for certain that they impacted, encouraged, and strengthened me.
"I don't want to say goodbye to you," one dear friend said.
I felt it too. I feel it still.
We've traveled for over 20 hours, and now we are almost home. We are exhausted, but we have all flushed the toilet paper again, and texted our family with arrival times. We're ready to be home.
What a miracle that the Lord allows us to partner with Him in His work.
I see Him. I long to see Him more.
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