I miss my friends in Village de Nouvelle Vie. Every time we pass the entrance to the road, I shed a few tears and my heart breaks. It is so difficult to be so close and yet so far away. I underestimated the emotions I would feel and the desire I would have to continue working alongside them. When I stopped by to see them for a few minutes a few weeks ago, I sensed that they felt a bit forgotten and unwanted. It has been unsettling to me. I'm praying for provision - to know the next steps to facilitate assistance for them in the final things that will help promote self sufficiency.