Monday- My dad had his Elders meetings.. So I went to my friends house again to spend time with everyone.. We had our usual water fight, and had a silly string fight too..
Thursday- We went to Balaybay again.. My dad preached on Roman Catholics and where the religion came from. I was having an asthma attack that whole day, so it wasn't really a good day for me.. but even though I was struggling to breath, it was still a blessing to be there with the saints in Balaybay.. Usually my asthma does not bother me all the time, but the heat and humidity on this trip kind of triggered it. but I told the devil he can't take my breath away and I was continually praying over myself. So I survived ;)
Friday- We had House of God again.. It was our last night there, so of course it was really hard for me to say goodbye to all of my friends..
Saturday was our day of departure.. I'll always remember standing by our car on Jones St. {where we live} and just looking at the people I love and the city I love, thinking how much I am going to miss everything. but I smiled knowing that this is not the end!!
We had a few hinderances on the way to Manila. Our Truck broke down, so we had to go get it repaired. Then other little things happened, so it took us 5 hours to get to Manila. When it should have taken us 2 to 3 hours.. So we lost some time. but it was nice just being able to enjoy my friends and beautiful scenery on the way :)
but the time I was dreading for 2 weeks finally came...We arrived at the airport. It was hard to believe that we were just there getting ready to start our journey, then now we were leaving.
One thing I really hate most in life is doing that.. I held in all my tears and sadness until I got to the airport. As I hugged some of my friends, I just could not hold it in any longer. Saying goodbye to my "Family" there just gets harder and harder.
As I hugged my Ate Sharon, she told me, "Someday we're just going to keep you here" and I said PLEASE DO! This trip really did something to my heart.. I mean my heart has always loved that nation, but this trip I realized something. If it was God's will, I would give up everything in this life in America, to move there to do ministry for the rest of my life.
Being a missionary and doing what I do there, is my destiny!! Ministry is my passion, it's in my blood & very few people really understand! So this journey is not the end!! It's only the beginning :))
God Bless, Kenya-Nicole
P.S here is some pictures of my friends down below.
