Or maybe the opposite. I’ve seen multiple emails come across from my team members talking about how much we all miss being in Cambodia. I know that every time I go to sleep (which has been anytime I’m not at work — I blame jet lag) I dream of being back with the kids. I am very jealous of Lindsay for getting to stay a week longer!
It’s hard to describe how the kids touch my heart every time I go. BUT THEY DO. I miss their smiles, their jokes, their hugs. I miss hearing them say: happy, camera, game, videooooooo, battery. I miss being someone who can demonstrate the love that God has for them, and for us. I miss watching the interactions between our team. And between our team and the kids. I miss knowing that I’m in the middle of what God is doing in Cambodia, because I can see and feel he is doing something huge there.
I know I’ll be going back.
I mean, how can I NOT.