I have logged in here several times-started a post, saved it, and logged off. So, bear with me. :)
I have so many random thoughts going through my head.
I leave for Kenya with 8 FABULOUS people on Thursday. Robbyn, Ryan, Trevor; Wes, Teri, Jordan, Adam, and Ally.
I have all my stuff sprawled out on the floor-but not in my suitcase.
I'm wrapping up last minute work details and spending as much quality time with my family as I can.
I feel peace moving forward with this team-I've never lead a team before, and I'm completely relying on the Lord to give me the wisdom and assurance I need to bring them.
I feel similar pangs of attack the enemy used when TJ and I went to Kenya without our children back in the Fall of 2008.
I feel JOY from the phone call I received this morning from a sweet Kenyan woman informing me that I will be able to hug my sweet daughter, Priscillah and her baby boy, Daniel on Saturday morning, as they intend to meet us at the bus stop before we head to Kitale.
I feel apprehensive as I feel our third child kick me inside my womb as I have never traveled pregnant before. Grateful for the life God has given this baby and anticipating his/her delivery and be witness to the purpose this child has been given (Psalm 139) and the honor of being her/his mom.
I pray for safety and protection for our team.
I pray for God to break our hearts for the least of these and for the team to be sparked a passion that can only come from God to be a catalyst for change.
9 people. 1 country. 14 days. 18 hands, 18 feet. God, multiply our works and help us run this race for the least of these!