When we leave Sudan, our hearts are heavy—not for us, but for the people, for the friends we have made and the children we have loved.
Living here even for a few weeks has been harsh and extremely difficult, but we leave families that will attempt to survive each day as they brave the unforgiving environment to provide for their children.
We came to help, but as our airplane takes off from the dirt field it is we who are blessed. We will not allow ourselves to forget what we have seen, or what they have done for us.
God has spoken to our hearts, reminding us that He cares for these people far more than we ever will. As we make the long journey home, our thoughts are back in the villages, with the children, with our friends.
We will not allow ourselves to forget what we have seen, or what they have done for us.
The drone of the airplane engine seems to provide little comfort, knowing that the impact we’ve had on suffering is temporary and not enough.
The dry mountain ranges and plains slowly lead to lush, green vegetation on the landscape below, and we know we have gone farther than any of our new friends have ever travelled.
Their days are filled with finding food and water, and avoiding the ravages of the LRA, the militia that torments them daily.
We will pray for them, we will remember them, and we will return.
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