I wrote about this once before, in a post called Left Behind, and I have to say that even though we are getting more experienced in this field the longer that we live abroad, it just doesn’t get any easier. None of the goodbyes that are going to occur this summer, have happened yet, but that time is fast approaching. Yesterday was our last fellowship in the place where we have been meeting for what feels like forever, and it took everything in me not to cry from the moment that I arrived. Next week will be somewhat of a final week as one of the main families in our community leaves China and moves abroad. I have to say that I don’t think that I am going to make it through more than an hour of next week’s service without bawling my eyes out. Those leaving will each be giving testimonies, and just the thought of this makes my eyes fill with tears. I can’t imagine how I am are going to face this next set of goodbyes, because these people leaving have become such a big part of our lives that imagining them not being here after the summer makes my heart ache. I keep hearing “others will come”, “there will be new friends”, but there’s something about these particular people that doesn’t come along very often. These goodbyes are really going to hurt!!!
The life of an expat.
I hate this part!