Our first term in Davao is drawing to a close.
I know, because the farewells have begun.
This week colleagues had our family over for a goodbye dinner,
and my sweet friend Ate Fely took me to lunch in farewell.
When I asked Fely what she liked best about the restaurant she chose,
she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye,
and told me it was the red table cloths.
Red is Fely's favorite color.
And she'll never let me forget it.
Three years ago we said our goodbyes in the U.S.
I thought it just might break my heart.
And here we are again, saying more of them.
Saying goodbye is like a mini-death;
a loss, a separation.
And saying goodbye hurts.
It hurts because in some way those I am parting with have blessed my life.
You have made me a richer person,
and demonstrated something of Christ to me.
Thank you for making it hard to say farewell...