But it doesn't make it any easier to say good bye, after 3 1/2 years for me, and 7 or 8 years for some of them. Nor good night for the last time tonight. I just went and kissed or hugged them, said Boa Noite or Sweet Dreams or See You Tomorrow. But no one will be doing that for them from now on. The next dorm has one male educator at a time and the lovely missionary couple who work with the dorm don't live in it so they aren't able to just pop out at bedtime to say a quick round of good nights.
I had to quickly leave the room to cry my tears alone in my room so as to not upset them. This doesn't bode well for tomorrow's goodbye - uh oh! I've known for months and months they were going and thought I was prepared but I guess prepared and unemotional are not exactly the same thing.
This is the sort of time when I'm so aware that as much as I love what we're able to do here at Iris, this was never God's design for families. Transitions are hard for me it seems. But I pray for their future just the same and if you are praying for Adilson or Nandino, Paito or Agostino, Rafin or David, Selso or Abelo, Nelson or Inacio, Manito or Nelinho or Joshua - please continue to pray for them, every day that the the Lord brings them to mind, to become the men of God he has plans for them to be.