Saying Goodbye (Pierce Moffett)

The hands of the children hung on to the bars of the iron gate. They had been lining up for hours, waiting for us to finish working. Once the gate opened, everyone of them sprinted through the small opening, as if they were racing to make it to their buddy first. This was my experience the last day of my mission trip to Belize this past summer.

Every night of the past week we had hosted a VBS for these kids, building a relationship with each one. Every night we saw their smiling faces, each kid just as happy to see us as we were to see them. But after playing games and crafts with them for five days, sadly, the fun had to end. Each leader tried their hardest to make the last day the most memorable.

When our adult leaders told us it was time to go, everybody’s heart sank. We had poured our hearts into these children for days, and now we knew we might never see them again. Each leader gave their kids a last hug and took one last picture to remember them by. One of the kids I had formed a relationship with gave me a craft he had made so that I could remember him. We gave each other one last hug, and he walked off to the gate.

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