The sad reality hit me today. John, one of the 11 year-old boys that has let me love on them, sat with me today. He asked if we coming on Monday. I answered yes. He then said "You leave on Tuesday." I do. He knows the schedule. Teams of Missionaries come in and out of their lives. They told us they will never forget us and I have heard them ask about former team members. My heart breaks for them, and yet the have it so much better than other kids in the area. They have more than two change of clothes. They eat three meals a day. The village kids refer to Hope Children's Home as "Paradise". Part of my heart will always stay here. I pray that I can return someday and let my husband and children experience this. I lifted up Jeremiah 33:3. "call unto me and I will show you marvelous things that you would know on your own." He certainly did. He certainly did. Thanks to all who have supported me in so many ways.