Someone asked me a few months ago if it is good to be "home." Then she said probably by now the Philippines is my "home." I told her I have no sense of home. No matter where I am, I am away from someone I miss. I feel things very deeply in my life. I'm not able to turn off the pain of always having to say goodbye to someone I love. I have somewhat learned to say goodbye, but it is not easy. We spent two weeks with Amos and Micah and their families. I usually can leave without crying, but not this time. I wept when I said goodbye and I wept on the airplane. This article ministered to me today. I accept the paradox because I know that when I am in Heaven, I will be home and there will be no more "goodbye" for those who have put their trust in Jesus Christ.
