We bought 4 one-way tickets to Africa resulting in raw emotions. This last week we have said good-bye to our home, family, and friends. We have left all that is known. As I am going through emotions of excitement and sorrow, my life is being blessed. The time spent with loved ones has been of the highest quality. I have hugged more people in one week than ever before! Words that are spoken are with a purpose. There have been things said that should have been said long ago. In all, I am convicted of relationships taken for granted producing more raw emotions.
The love that has been expressed to us during this time is humbling. Hugs have been the greeting, the welcomed interrupter, the unspoken feeling, and the seal to the departure. Every last hug is painful. I am flooded with emotions as each hug is as unique as the person giving it. Some of the hugs are long, some are short and sweet, some are tight, some are casual, and some are long. They are all the same in the fact that they are full of memories, love, support, and the hope of a reunion. The most beautiful part of the hug is the mutual agreement that the longer the embrace, the shorter the time of the separation. I wish I could hold on forever! Yet, I know that I must let go. Thankfully, it is only a release in the physical. I rest in the peace that relationships will continue to be cultivated in my heart through prayer and communication. I have never been so glad that technology is available to make it possible to stay in touch. The Lord has answered our prayer for having internet in our home in Africa – the answer was YES!!! We are very thankful.
AIM’s US office is in a town called Pearl River, NY. It is just across the northern New Jersey border. We arrived there tonight. Today gave me a really good feeling of what it is like for our boy’s teachers. They always tell us how good they are. And on the 2 flights we just took, I cannot imagine better behaved boys. They slept some and played quietly the whole time.
We arrived at the office and being couped up for so many hours had taken its toll. The boys were bouncing off the walls. It doesn’t help matters with a 3 hour time difference and us telling them, “Go to bed, it is dark out.”
But they are good boys, and we love them.
More to come… we should be in Nairobi on Saturday night.
My dad put together a slideshow from our trip to Kenya in March. The captions are from his perspective (you will know what I mean after you watch it :)).
Click on “Kenya Trip” to play it.