Being so far away from my kids was the hardest thing I had to face. Would they be okay without me for two whole weeks? Would I be okay without them? Would they think they were somehow less important to me because I was leaving them in order to go and show love to other kids? What would their lives be like if something happened to me while I was in Congo? Like I said, Congo isn't exactly the safest travel destination in the world. Let's just say I had a lot of fears about traveling so far from my precious and beloved babies...
But God took care of that! My kids did great without me. Yes, they missed me, but they had lots of fun with Joel (dad) and with Grandma, Grammie, and cousin Haleigh. I didn't die after all, so I got to come back to them! There were a few nights when I cried myself to sleep because I missed Joel and my kids so much, but all in all I was okay too. And they didn't think they were less important to me. Instead they learned a little bit about what it means to care for others in the world, what it means to share and do without some things (mom, in this case), and a tiny glimpse of the blessings we enjoy here in the United States compared to other places in the world. They are even making plans for their futures that include mission trips and adoption!
My sweet kids, "Baby Oliver" and "Tabby Cat" (ages 3 and 5) |
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