That's all the time God is giving me in Kenya this year.
I thought it would be four months.
I had hoped it would be at least that.
I can't stop thinking about life in Kitale...about the smiles and laughter, the voices, the singing...
I'd gladly sit through a long, hot Oasis Church service if it meant I could hold the Shimo girls on my lap...or be greeted by the House kids.
I'd even walk a cow to Kibomet, if I could squeeze Benja's little fat face when I arrived.
I completely and totally trust God's plan, His timing. I know that He is good.
I'm even looking forward to the next steps in California life...
But I am grieving the loss of my "promised time" in Kitale.
And I'm already feeling the pain of saying goodbye just a little too early.