It’s almost midnight here. The house is getting quiet as everyone makes their way to bed. I think all of my family is mostly packed . . . except me. Ha!
But before I throw two pairs of jeans and some sweaters in my suitcase, I wanted to ask you to pray. Would you hold us in your prayers while we make our way to Bolivia. Tonight around the pizza boxes, it began to sink in . . . God is sending us. Just us. We are humbled and grateful and ready to go to love His people, for His glory. And more than anything, we desperately want to do that well.
I wish you had been at Westover Church tonight when 18 vans full of our high school kids returned from Project Serve. 200 of them piled out to cheers and hollers and tears, then they gathered to pray and shout and sing praises. They had been with God all week and served Him well and there is nothing, absolutely nothing on this earth that compares to serving God. Each one of those beautiful kids (including mine) knew that truth tonight.
And so . . . caught up in the sweetness of surrender . . . we go. Led by the same Spirit of God that just brought all our kids home and worked mightily in their lives. May He be powerful and in all things this week.
For Him. Just Him.
PS – I will update here as often as I can. Hopefully after one plane ride, I will have learned how to load pictures into these posts!