After such a fun evening, at the surprise party, I REALLY thought that I was going to "skip" the barrage of tears. WRONG again.
Mesa and a bunch of the students came early this morning and wanted to go out for one last breakfast. We chose to go back to the market. I will blame it ALL on Mesa, because he cries easily....but as we walked to the market, he squeezed my arm so hard that it just started the tears flowing. And then they were hard to stop as students kept joining us or popping in to say goodbye.
Kouch, who's nickname means "dimple" kept saying, "Please don't cry Grandma. We need you to smile."I was TRYING, Kouch! After another long round of goodbyes and tears, Pastor Rathana had a time of prayer before I got into the truck. Kids kept piling in behind me, so I knew that the goodbyes were going to end at Crossroads. At one point, I looked at the window and there were several motorbikes riding two or three kids....on their way to the airport. Before we left, Vuthea presented me with a leather cowboy type hat. He and the students on the medical mission out to the Pepper Plantation had gotten up at 4 to make the 5 hour journey, on motorbike, OUCH, to be there to say goodbye. He was sporting the same kind of hat, and his thought.....we will both pray for one another when we wear our hats :)
The time had come for me to go board the plane.....more tears, more prayer.... They were so funny....just like a bunch of kids, because they would run from window to window, until I got on the escalator and they would all run to each window and we would do the hand to hand...nose to nose on the glass!! Precious memories
Singapore began the Paradigm shift, since it is considered the #1 Airport in the world. So clean. So many orchids. So many well dressed travelers from every tribe and tongue and nation intersecting at this Cosmopolitan airport. I sat at a Quiznos and had a little breakfast......No man sitting 6 feet away shaving a pigs' ear like the day before! No animals of every sort hanging all around us. I wasn't sharing a table with any number of people who started their rice porridge breakfast as a stranger, but by the end of the meal we had exchanged pleasantries. Me speaking my oh, so limited Khmer, and them laughing at my efforts.
My trusty pink, Mary Poppins like carry all that has gone around the world with me a few times .....died!! I usually carry so much stuff, so that every emergency is cared for....mostly has candy for the kids we meet. So Jessica had produced a white paper recycle bag, like the $.99 kind from the grocery store and that carried my Khmer phone, and American phone, passports, wallet, etc etc. I was looking quite professional there at the table in Singapore. I had ALL the handmade bracelets that the various kids had given as a farewell gift, AND the Cowboy hat, AND my finely painted toes with daisies, AND my "I am NOT FAT, I am stuffed with Love T-shirt that Pipor had made for me......and of course, no Princess would be seen out without her Pearls.....a necklace and bracelet set from Potra and Chenda. I was quite a sight.
I have not been sick a moment
I have had the energy of a 4 year old
That is sooooo God and so YOU for praying for me. Thank you, Thank you Thank you. You are the BEST prayer team EVER.
I am looking very much forward to being reunited with Lynn, and talking to my family.....even though I won't see any of them in the near future......but I am also very thankful that God gave me that month+ to love on 85 precious students and to see and be part of what God is doing in Phnom Pehn, Cambodia
Mesa and a bunch of the students came early this morning and wanted to go out for one last breakfast. We chose to go back to the market. I will blame it ALL on Mesa, because he cries easily....but as we walked to the market, he squeezed my arm so hard that it just started the tears flowing. And then they were hard to stop as students kept joining us or popping in to say goodbye.
Kouch, who's nickname means "dimple" kept saying, "Please don't cry Grandma. We need you to smile."I was TRYING, Kouch! After another long round of goodbyes and tears, Pastor Rathana had a time of prayer before I got into the truck. Kids kept piling in behind me, so I knew that the goodbyes were going to end at Crossroads. At one point, I looked at the window and there were several motorbikes riding two or three kids....on their way to the airport. Before we left, Vuthea presented me with a leather cowboy type hat. He and the students on the medical mission out to the Pepper Plantation had gotten up at 4 to make the 5 hour journey, on motorbike, OUCH, to be there to say goodbye. He was sporting the same kind of hat, and his thought.....we will both pray for one another when we wear our hats :)
The time had come for me to go board the plane.....more tears, more prayer.... They were so funny....just like a bunch of kids, because they would run from window to window, until I got on the escalator and they would all run to each window and we would do the hand to hand...nose to nose on the glass!! Precious memories
Singapore began the Paradigm shift, since it is considered the #1 Airport in the world. So clean. So many orchids. So many well dressed travelers from every tribe and tongue and nation intersecting at this Cosmopolitan airport. I sat at a Quiznos and had a little breakfast......No man sitting 6 feet away shaving a pigs' ear like the day before! No animals of every sort hanging all around us. I wasn't sharing a table with any number of people who started their rice porridge breakfast as a stranger, but by the end of the meal we had exchanged pleasantries. Me speaking my oh, so limited Khmer, and them laughing at my efforts.
My trusty pink, Mary Poppins like carry all that has gone around the world with me a few times .....died!! I usually carry so much stuff, so that every emergency is cared for....mostly has candy for the kids we meet. So Jessica had produced a white paper recycle bag, like the $.99 kind from the grocery store and that carried my Khmer phone, and American phone, passports, wallet, etc etc. I was looking quite professional there at the table in Singapore. I had ALL the handmade bracelets that the various kids had given as a farewell gift, AND the Cowboy hat, AND my finely painted toes with daisies, AND my "I am NOT FAT, I am stuffed with Love T-shirt that Pipor had made for me......and of course, no Princess would be seen out without her Pearls.....a necklace and bracelet set from Potra and Chenda. I was quite a sight.
I have not been sick a moment
I have had the energy of a 4 year old
That is sooooo God and so YOU for praying for me. Thank you, Thank you Thank you. You are the BEST prayer team EVER.
I am looking very much forward to being reunited with Lynn, and talking to my family.....even though I won't see any of them in the near future......but I am also very thankful that God gave me that month+ to love on 85 precious students and to see and be part of what God is doing in Phnom Pehn, Cambodia
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