<- This picture was in Kenya last year. At the end right before we said goodbye to the kids at the grace HIV/aids children's home, we all circled up, held hands, and prayed together. It was easily one of my favorite parts of the trips. And yet the worst part, cause we were leaving.

That trip has changed my life. Even now as the return to Kenya is coming soon [June7Th] I still remember how much those little kids touched my life, and how much it hurt to leave. But I'm pretty sure that leaving will always be the hardest part. No matter where i go. Or how long i stay. Or who i am with. It will always bring me to tears to look back in the van and watch the orphanage get smaller and smaller as we drive away. Yet leaving in and of itself is a blessing in disguise. Cause if I had never left then i wouldn't be able to return. All of the excitement that i have right now wouldn't be here if i had never left. You can't return if you're never gone. So i had to accept those tear as a gift. Cause now I am over-joyed with the anticipation to say 'hi' to those kids again.