And then...

they actually made it onto the Channel 7 10:00 news! Thankfully they edited out the part where Troy was doing armpit farts!


Troy & Phil

So tropical storm Ernesto is headed our way. There are red flags waving on the beaches. And where are Phil and Troy? Headed to the beach to go body surfing.


When we arrived in Florida earlier this summer, our friend Phil enthused about how much fun it would be if we got to experience a hurricane. Yeah, we all know he's a little weird. Anyway, his wish might be coming true. Tropical Storm Ernesto is expected to strengthen to a hurricane again and hit southern Florida in the next couple of days. I talked to Phil this afternoon and he said "We'll probably spend Wednesday hunkered down at my house hoping the power doesn't go off." There you have it.


Update on Nic

My Dad took Troy & Nic to a Mount Sinai medical center nearby. Not only did they take care of him quickly, our Spanish insurance company sent an immediate fax guaranteeing payment so we didn't have to pay a dime of the almost $500 bill. Nic was a brave boy for the 5 stitches and is sporting a band-aid goatee.

Thanks for praying

Please pray for Nic

Just after we went down to the pool this morning, Nic sliced his chin open on the side of the pool. Troy took him in, we assume he will need stitches. Will keep you posted.

Down Time

We are currently at Miami Beach with my Dad, and my brother Scott and his wife Ana Lia and Emiliano. We are staying at SeaCoast Suites. Let me tell you, if you are ever tempted to stay here, don't! :) It looks great on the website but it's become a family joke at how scary the place is. But we are all together in a suite, and we have a kitchen so it's cool. The pool is decent and we are right on the beach.

I'm finding it a little hard to completely relax and disconnect. I'm so anxious to get back home. I'm still vaguely stressed about money...we still have a deficit and we did not raise very much monthly support. Raising support feels weird sometimes; it's hard not to tie your self-worth to it too much. You start feeling like you have to sell yourself to people, and when the money doesn't come in it feels like people aren't interested in buying.

On the 18th when we arrived back in Miami, both Troy and I were feeling really discouraged. Our flight was late, so it messed up our schedule for the home meeting we were having in Orlando later that day. The rental car ended up costing us more than $400 more than we thought because we don't have US insurance. We were both feeling so deflated. On our way on to the highway to drive north to Orlando, Troy and I had a quiet conversation about how we had always told God that when the funds dried up, we would take that as a sign that He wanted us to move onto something else. Maybe it's that time. But neither of us feels like it should be that time; we really don't want it to be that time.

So we drove north, fairly deflated, Meg piped up from one seat back. I can't remember exactly how she brought it up, but she basically quoted this to us out of the blue:

Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."

Troy and I looked at each other, a little flabbergasted. Sure, we were the ones that had her memorize that verse, but her little voice was God's whisper to our weary hearts.

So we long to be back in Spain. It's so ironic to me, because it took me a long time to love Spain and "be there 100%." During that time, we always had enough support. And now that I have a deep love for Spain and Madrid, the money is slim. To be honest, I don't know where the money will come from to take care of our deficit. I don't know how we are going to pay for school. I don't know how we will make it through the next year financially, let alone the whole 2 year term. And it's hard for me to really rest and trust.

But I will keep clinging to my Father's hand. And look forward to Spain with gladness.