5 Days and Counting!

My daughter Alisha is leaving for Kyrgystan in 5 days. Many have asked me "aren't you scared about her going to the other side of the world". I answer them by saying "there is no safer place for my daughter to be, then where God wants her to be". I know that this is a calling from Him and therefore it is necessary for her to go. It's amazing when you give it all over to Him what He can do. We have seen some amazing things happening, and there is so much she is going to be able to go over there and do. You will have to check her blog for the details, but lets just say the kids in the Tokmok orphanage is going to be very surprised when she gets there.

I have been beyond excited about my daughter's trip but it has also been a bit overwhelming for me, since I am the adult planning the details of her trip. I feel like the devil has been attacking us lately. That always seems to happen when we are where God wants us to be. Anyways, my vehicle broke down beyond repair the day before Easter, and it took us two weeks before we were able to buy something new. In the midst of that my daughter's car started acting up so we took that in to be fixed, and then I borrowed my mom and dad's car, since they have an extra one. Well then my dad started having problems with his breaks on his truck, so then he needed something to drive, and so he borrowed an extra vehicle from my brother, which eventually I traded out with my dad to drive, so he could have his extra car back. I never realized how important it was for me to have my own vehicle. I thought for sure I would be able to manage for awhile, but it was really tough. So after wheeling and dealing and shopping a ton on line, we got a great deal on our used Honda Pilot. It actually gets about the same gas mileage as my mini van did, so that is pretty impressive. So if planning for a mission trip, and trying to shop for a vehicle without a vehicle wasn't enough, my grandmother took a turn for the worst in her health, and things went very quick, and before we all knew it we were going to her funeral. Which by the way, this may sound strange, but it was the nicest, most personal funeral services I have ever been to. My brother led the service, I, my brother, my aunt, and my dad all spoke about my grandmother in her loving memory, and then my daughter Alisha sang the most beautiful song with her guitar. My brother also put together a slideshow with pictures of her life. Wow! All I can say is what an amazing lady she was. We all laughed and cried, and of course it rained that day. It always does on the day of a funeral.

So now I have five days to finish everything else on my list for Alisha's trip. So please keep my daughter and myself in your prayers as she makes this journey to Krygyzstan this week. We will take all the support we can give.