This week will be bittersweet - the last week we'll be here for the summer. We're coming back for one week in September with our church team, but in this job, well it will be another year before we do this again. I love it here. I know I've said that over and over but it's true. It is truly sacred ground and lots of good work is done for people all over the world by people from all over the United States.
The other side of that coin is that I miss my children and my grandchildren, I miss my friends and neighbors, I miss my house and my sewing room and I miss my routine. I also miss my bathroom which I don't share with DH. I miss that a lot. :)
But like it says in Eccliastes 3 there is a time for everything...which means there was a time to come here and there's a time to go home. The time has come.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.