Safe and Sound

Just wanted to let everyone know that we flew to Chicago today without any major hassles. We weren't even delayed, and other than having to take a few things out of carry-ons to put in our checked luggage, no adjustments were necessary.


Hello and Goodbye

Meg does most things with her whole heart. I have found it interesting on this furlough to watch her. When we arrives in each new place, she unpacks her things and set them out. And she engages with her whole heart. Hello has been quite easy for her.

But the flip side of that coin is that goodbye becomes incredibly difficult. Tonigh she said goodbye to Troy's brother Todd, as well as our good friends the Nelson family where we have been staying. At bedtime she was very weepy and emotional, so Troy and I both took extra time with her settling her in for the night.

I love how my little girl gives her heart away, but it makes me sad at the same time, because I know that same generosity of spirit opens her up to the possibility of a lot of heartache in life. But then that's what life is all about isn't it?


Heads Up

Tomorrow morning we fly to Chicago, where we will be for a week. I'm not sure what our internet access will be like. We'll be back online when we can.


Spaghetti Lament

I am thankful that you meet all our needs.
I am thankful that we have a good meal to eat tonight,
that we are clothed and housed and fed.
But Lord,
I am sad that my spaghetti does not taste right in America.
I miss my spices, my ingredients, my can opener.
I miss the familiarity of my own kitchen.

It seems like a lot to ask Lord Jesus,
But please take us home to Madrid,
with money enough to live
pay for school
and no more deficit.

Because I miss my spaghetti.


The Love of a Father

Last night Meg had a minor melt-down, which is very unusual for her. I think being away from home especially after months of transition she just freaked out. At the end of evening when I hugged her goodnight for the second time, she said to me "I had such a bad night. I wish I could never remember this night." It was heart-wrenching; one of the moments as missionaries that you hope you aren't screwing up your kids too much.

Anyway, the kids had finally gone to sleep, and we got ready for bed. We had told Meg at the beginning of the putting to bed process that we wanted her to try and stay in her own bed. After the ensuing trauma, we wished we hadn't made such a big deal about it. So Troy went into the room where Meg was sleeping on the floor and went to sleep on the floor beside her, so that if she woke up (she had told us that she has had trouble sleeping) she wouldn't be afraid.

That was such a beautiful image. Not only of how Troy is a great Dad, loving and wise, but also of my Heavenly Father. I could imagine my Heavenly Father on the floor beside me in the dark, as I struggle to trust Him with our furlough and our future.

Here as some more pics we took today

Doing Better

Thanks for praying; I'm feeling better. More update later.