Farewell to Tanna

As I am writing this I'm on a small plane that is taking me from Tanna Island back to Port Vila,
A 35min. flight.
My tears are spilling, and I'm having a hard time stopping.
I am physically tired, and emotionally numb.
We had both a difficult week with many, many unusual obstacles as well as an exciting week, filled with fun and happy times. The kind of times that make lasting memories.
I am well aware of the fact that our battle is not against flesh and blood, and I fully recognize that the enemy is alive and wants to hinder the work of God, but our God is the one true and almighty, full of power and might, grace and mercy, and I saw this week His hand and care on each obstacle we faced, His hand and care on my son and his family, His hand and care on Sage, and me.
I struggle with wanting to say ,"Why God, do things have to be so hard when it's so hard in this place already, But I know that its the obstacles we face that God uses to work in our lives.
I know that these things that I found hard were things they face daily. There were times I just wanted to take my son and his family home with me even though I know that is silly and not God's will, so instead I left them this morning with lots of hugs, promises to see one another in a year, and much thankfulness for this time we have shared together.
We leave for Fiji and the USA tomorrow afternoon.