As our day of departure creeps up fast I’m finding myself in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions about the impending trip. Coming off of both a backpacking trip and local missions trip with high school students, I’m physically exhausted. Additionally, I’ve found it difficult to find time to spiritually process everything that took place. Thinking ahead to this trip, I’m filled with bittersweet anticipation. Along with the excitement of seeing the people there, there comes a heaviness with the thought of saying goodbye for good. As Food for the Hungry’s relationship with La Merced draws to a close it is unlikely that I will ever go back. How do you look a 12 year-old boy that you’ve grown to love and care for in the eye with tears streaming down his face that you’ll never see him again? While he will go on to live and grow, it is a death of sorts. He will no longer be a part of my life besides in my prayers. I’ve been struggling to figure out how to prepare myself for it, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t. I’ll never be ready, no one ever is. If you pray for one thing for me on this trip, please let it be this.
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken." (Psalm 62:5-7)
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