I will get on a plane tonight and return to America. Emotionally I am fully drained. Strange for me to find tears rolling freely while my words are stopped up. We agreed at dinner last night that we accomplished in two weeks what would normally take four months here. That’s a good feeling. I have a farewell to go to with the children at James’ church this morning. It will be difficult to say goodbye to everyone here.
I am sitting here trying to write and I am stuck. My own words were used as a noose on me. I have lost the freedom I felt that enabled me to open up my word bank. I don’t think I can write here this morning. I have many wounds. The comfort I feel is that the bible says to expect to be persecuted. The closer I walk to God, the more I do for him, the stronger the dark force comes at my throat.
I need time to heal.