Every time we leave a city, my heart breaks a little bit. Fortunately the Lord has protected me and kept me and my family from becoming hardened by coming and going so often. In the last four months we have met and become very good friends with MANY people. It is amazing how close you can get to someone in 1-2 weeks time.
After the initial explaining of, "who we are, what we do, and why we do it"(I think we have told our story a billion times now-I try and say it different every time so I don't get tired of it), I just wait to see who in the world the Lord might have us get to know. There have been moments where I say, "Lord, do I have to get to know these people? 'Cuz if I do that means I might get sad again when we leave."
Like, for instance, the Siviks. Great people, great stories, they have opened up their house to us and made us family, they have taken our kids and loved on them, they have had us over for dinner almost every night. I will miss them dearly.
Still processing this part of the journey. Honestly it is the hardest part for me; knowing that I can't stay. It makes me want to find a hiding place.
Pray that I would have the strength to go to my hiding place in God.
Pray for us, that our hearts remain warm towards others that the Lord places in our paths.
And pray that God would stir my heart with His Spirit as we enter each city, keeping me fresh and looking forward to what lies ahead.