My housemate since I've moved here, Christy, is gone. She left today, to go back home, as they all do. Kenya is taking on a new tone for this last leg. First, my ministry is delayed, then changing (slowly), then a whole new house set-up is coming. And since I still don't know where I'll be working next, the surprises are never-ending. And just as I get used to it, I'll be packing my bags and saying goodbye.
I've said before, and will remind myself now, that we all say goodbye at one stage. Just when you're a missionary you have the privelage to know, God willing, when you're saying it.
Miss you, Christy.
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