Tonight I'm spending the night at the Clarks house. We had lasagna for lunch, which was incredible after 2 weeks of jungle food. I took a shower with clean water (as opposed to jumping in the river) and blow-dried my hair--I don't know when I've felt so in all of my life.
Yet inspite of all these luxuries I find myself amazed at (i.e. water, lights, clenlyness, ham and cheese sandwhiches), I feel like there's a hole in my heart. So many boys--I don't think I'll ever be able to forget one of them. Last night and this morning were hard. Ronaldo cried when I left. I've met so many incredibly special people this trip--the house parents, the educators, the helpers, the Scripture Union volunteers--so evidentally placed here by God...I'm going to miss it all.
I'm actually going home tomorrow-this was the quickest month of my life.
As soon as I get home, my life is going to return to its normal stressfulness and my time will quickly be occupied. I wish I could bring "la hora peruana" back with me. And I don't know how I'll get to sleep tonight without "La nina de tus ojos" play in the background over and over again. I know that the faces, smiles, and words of these boys will not leave my mind for a very long time.
But I thank God that I can say with David,
"Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens."-Psalm 68:19
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