Part of our life here is constant goodbyes. Either we are leaving or our friends are leaving.
Aaron went down with a couple of our friends to save seats on the boat at 5:30 this morning, and they got great seats (it helps when you are the first one on the boat!).
The rest of us came down a little bit later and hugged and cried. This time, our friends will have a 2 1/2 hour ride on the Express, then about three hours in a motor canoe before they get to their village. They usually have a long, overnight trip on a boat. We'll put more cargo (with some extra goodies) on a ship bound for their village Tuesday night.
As we watched the boat pull out, I asked a veteran missionary if it ever got easier to say goodbye. Her husband quickly answered, "You don't want it to get any easier." Wise words.
|If you look closely, you can see them waving goodbye!|