Burdened.

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.