No Goodbyes
It is 1 am and I am missing people back home. This is one of the hardest parts about being a missionary. You make friends here and at home, but you are constantly having to say goodbye. I'm tired of goodbyes, but that doesn't matter, they keep coming and there isn't anything I can do about it. It really isn't the goodbye part I hate, but the time afterwards when you aren't around them anymore. But this is the life that God has called me to and He gives me strength. He has proven to be faithful time and time again. The nights aren't so dark when I call on Him.
I'm so thankful that He never leaves. There are no goodbyes with Him.
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