Our last day at Faith Home is always an emotional one. Last year we visited a city ran orphanage, this is the place my heart was ripped out and left with a little girl. We had planned on visiting it again this year but it was close to being shut down due to some changes and restructuring. I had mixed feelings about this. I was disappointed because I had hoped to see my little angel again, but I was a little relieved because it's so hard emotionally.
We ended up spending the free time at a market buying souvenirs and having lunch in the city. It's always neat to see the lines of workers making tortillas.
Taylor and Candace at the Market.
Once back at Faith Home we headed out to play with the kids some before starting our clean up of the house we had stayed at all week. That night we were having a pizza party and a movie night for the kids. Our flight also left at 7am the next morning so everything needed to be done that day.
The last night is always the hardest. Saying goodbye. I started crying before we even started the movie.
Playing with kids before eating.
Here we are riding in the back of the van after the pizza party.
Once the movie was over, it was time for all of the official goodbyes. It's hard. You know it's going to be another year before you will see these kids again. So many people say to me, "You are such a blessing to those kids." When in truth, they are a much bigger blessing to me.
After a long day of traveling the next day, I found myself home and looking back over my trip. What did I learn? Did I make a difference in anyway? Did I teach or show Jesus Christ in the things I did? One thing is for certain, my life is always changed from these trips and I can not wait to get back!
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