Day sixty-six, two remaining. Friends (my sisters) have encouraged me to write short posts. This is my trial run. :) Today was a goodbye day with my two sweet sisters Kathryn and Ellen, brother John, and Mom and Dad. I finished the day with a visit to our parents Lee and Joyce Hatfield. I brought them milkshakes from Chik Fil A at around 5:00 PM. We just sat and talked about the trip and the location of Vlad. I proposed to my sweet dad that he pray and then I would finish. Before I knew it he was praying the most sensitive heart-felt fatherly prayer. I hung on every word. When I finished praying I looked at him, almost face to face. His sad eyes brimmed with tears. I wonder fully what that means. I am thankful for supportive parents who expressed unconditional love for their children. I never remember it being anything different.
Life is short and fragile. This trip has brought that thought to my mind. I joked with Cheryl that should I not return, one of my wishes is that she please plant zoysia sod in the front yard. :) I am weary of the struggle with fescue. Forgive me if any of you are offended with joking like that - but we are completely secure no matter where we go when we seek Him first. By secure, I mean we can trust Him to order the steps of our lives to maximize His glory and ensure our future. Vlad is just as safe as Greenville.
I almost forgot John Murray's Redemption Accomplished and Applied, but I pulled it off the shelf for the book suitcase. Two hundred plus pages of Christological gold!
Tomorrow: One more day - stay focused on the mission.
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