Sad Good-byes (UPDATED 3/30 with more photos)

I hardly ever cry in public, but yesterday was an exception. Yesterday was my last day at the Daerim Methodist Church in Seoul. At the end of the church service, they had me come up to the front to say something to the congregation. I cried. Then we went to the fellowship hall for pizza and cake. One of the middle school girls came up to me in tears, and surely you can guess what happened. I cried again. It was really hard to say goodbye to the people who have been so kind to me these last several months. They said a special prayer for me, asking God to communicate to me their gratitude for the work I've done. Their gratitude for me? What about my gratitude for them? People kept saying to me, "Don't forget us. Don't forget Korea." Forget? How can I forget that which has become a part of me? I'm so thankful for their generosity and hospitality during the time I've been in Korea. They've helped me to feel at home. I stayed at church until everyone else left. Four of the middle school girls walked with me to the bus stop on their way home. We took a quick photo in front of the church and then one from across the street. Then my bus came, and it was time for another tearful goodbye. I'm really going to miss the people here.On a much lighter note, my littlest kids were in their tae kwon do uniforms at school today. They were just too cute, so I lined them up and snapped a photo. They're three years old in Western age (5 years old in Korean age). How cute are they?Monday is over, and there were no crying students. I realize that the week is still young, but I have to see this as a good sign.