Dia Seis- Last Day in the Ghetto

Today came with the sad promise of another goodbye, this time to the ghetto and rest of the children in Las Esquelitas. Whoever would have thought that saying goodbye to such a filthy and desperate place would be so difficult. My heart went out to the small faces of the ghetto the moment I laid eyes on them, and I believe that it may stay here with them. These kids just give so much love and are just looking for love in return.

It has been an incredibly difficult week. I have been exhausted in every way possible, my body simply aches with physical stress and lack of rest. But the thought of leaving, of returning to my life as usual, is enough to make me want to cling to a chair in Tita's dining room and scream if anyone tries to drag me away. While I miss my family, I miss my friends, I will miss this place horribly. There is something about just pouring everything that you have into other people that is so fulfilling. It is unlike anything else. This week has really been a reminder to me of the important things in life, how success is really measured in the lives that you touch and the relationships that you hold.

I have spent so much time this week in prayer and deep thought about my calling, about what God has created me for. I believe that my experiences here have brought some passions and desires of mine to the forefront. It has been an eye opening experience. I'm not sure where I will be going from here, but I know that I was called for a time such as this and with these passions for a reason. I don't know where God will take me, but I do know that it will be places that I never expected. Its amazing how God works that way. You can always expect the unexpected with our God.

As I said goodbye to the ghetto today, I knew that it was not for long. I can't come here, meet these amazing people, kiss all the tiny faces and then leave forever.

I will be back... And soon...