John’s words were a mourning with me, son and mother, for the loss of his mighty strength in our lives. “I guess now that Dad’s gone you won’t have any more adventures,” he said. I had to think about that for a while, but even then I knew that would not be the case. Now, almost four years later and several adventures in between, I’m heading out the door, across a continent, over an ocean, another continent, and into Central Asia.
Two weeks full of too much to imagine. And I’m thankful for Him who leads this mighty exploit.
~~Blue birds flying low over grasses
~~Sunshine warm on skin after a long winter
~~Support of friends and family
~~Two of four sons in church with me on Mother’s Day
~~Two others far away, but healthy, strong, and checking in with love
~~Courage, all His
~~Tulips blooming in the neighborhood
~~Songs for hurting hearts
~~Suitcases packed with good gifts
~~An airplane, another airplane, third airplane, email, and home
God’s best blessings to you!