We are back in the Philippines. The word spread quickly from the moment the first child saw Deo’s vehicle pull through the IFL gate. We were exhausted from the 23-hr. trip and the traffic-laden ride back from Manila, but adrenaline kept us unpacking.
Little knocks began. They needed to see with their own eyes that we were really back. From shy teens (for whom we had often prayed) to exuberant youngsters needing a toss in the air, there were tears, hugs, and kisses for their Sir Roland and Ma’am Faylene.
Tuna salad was in the refrigerator, nut butters for a loaf of fruit bread, and a huge assortment of food and snacks covered the table. Friends had freshened the quarters and put clean linens on the bed.
At 5:30 a.m., the sounds of children performing morning groundskeeping routines awakened us to the task of unpacking the large bins and setting up our little home and office space for the writing projects ahead.
With this first light of dawn, Psalm 75 is in my heart. “We give thanks to you, O God. We give thanks for your name is near.”