Four summers in a row. That first summer “my group” was going into the third grade. And now they’re in the summer before seventh grade.
A friend on facebook posted a picture of the training that’s going on this week, a training I don’t think I’ll ever be a part of again. And my heart aches more than a little. I knew it would be difficult not to return, but I didn’t think it would hurt this much. I just went through my pictures over the years and was overwhelmed with the depth of emotion they brought forth. I love those kids so much and it’s sad to think I won’t see many of them ever again. I pray for their futures, that they will be lights in our dark world, that they will find faith and make it their own. I pray that they will love first, always. I pray that I helped instill values in them that will carry them far in this life. And I pray that when they see injustice, they will be inspired to be the change the world needs.
I will never forget the lessons these precious children taught me. And I will love them always.