I'm sure all of you reading this remember when I came back from my first round in the Bahamas, and I kept talking of how I don't want to just be another face here. I don't want to just come, love, and leave. I want to make a lasting impact in these people's lives.
Right now, that's really getting to me. Like before, Antonique and the girls are tearing apart my heart. I hate knowing that when I leave, they probably won't even remember me. None of the children here will. Except maybe "that one counselor from camp when I was 7" or whatever.
I talked to Felicia (missionary at All Saints) and asked if they go to the camp on Saturdays. She said no. I'm still trying to figure out when I can get over there. I'm debating asking Mark for a day off at summer camp to go over there. I canNOT go back to the states without going to the All Saints. I just can't.
It's so hard for me tonight for some reason. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing right now, so all I ask for is prayers. At the very least for the strength to move forward in life and not dwell on what I can't do.