42 times per day.
there are days, and then there are days.
we’ve had quite a few of the latter, all strung up in a row, and it’s been exhausting but so full of good.
-two sundays back, our home and sending church commissioned us. let me just say that being hemmed in by our people all praying and affirming God’s imperative to go has been one of the highlights of my life. i felt maybe a little like a certain mary once did, treasuring up all these things and still pondering them in my heart.
-also, we were flashmobbed. my life is now complete.
-we have all this family. blood-and-sinew family, and heart-and-spirit family, and all of them showing up at just the right time. some scrubbed our house clean, prepared meals for us, gave us kindles(!), hauled our stuff away, stored cedar chests, prayed us all the way down to peachtree city.
-speaking of peachtree city: people. i drove a ford f-150 (todd had the awesomer dodge ram 2500, but whatever) for a good ten hours south. now to some of y’all, that is everyday happenings, but this is a first both in bulk and duration for my driving career.
-so we were concerned about staying alert the entire drive. but mostly it was fun times–supposedly todd had sanity and satellite radio in his truck with the oldest and youngest progeny, but i had the middle three and i promise you it was the party truck. (well, if the party is nerdy and off-kilter and features things like 8am-9am is talk with a british accent hour.)
-sidenote: it turns out that my 12-year-old is a clandestine country music fan. which was great news for him, as once we hit tennessee the options were country, country, classic country, people talking, country.
-since showing up here at the africa inland mission office, it has been non-stop rearranging and repacking and filling out forms and taking notes on all the nitty gritties that they have promised to also email me because my hopes of retention are zero to none.
-and they gathered us in. the staff here, who have long prayed for us, looped a circle in the dining hall and sang us off and prayed. these are the things that make me cry 42 times per day.
-also, i could be starved for sleep.
so today. today we do the final meetings and turning in forms and sealing/tagging baggage and getting on that plane. and lucky for me, i am taking you all with me, so get ready folks. we have the middlest seat from atlanta to amsterdam, but they could stick me on the roof as long as we end up in africa.
y’all are something beautiful, with your encouragement and speaking life and truth and praying. we couldn’t be doing this without you.
see you in nairobi.