Wow. We're down to just over three weeks, and we're beginning our goodbyes. There are two things I truly dislike in this world. One is asking for money (and I have to do that to get our monthly support...yes, WE STILL NEED SUPPORT) and the other is saying goodbye.
We've spent the weekend at the Christian Motorcyclists Assn. Idaho/Utah/Nevada rally in American Falls, ID. The people of CMA aren't just friends, they're family. We've been together through births, deaths, babies being born, graduations... We have an extended family that covers all of Utah, all of Idaho, and NE Nevada.
I sat by the camper today, listening to two friends jam on their guitars, and their wives having a conversation when it hit me. There won't be anymore listening to the music, sitting by a fire, and just hanging out. We'll be gone. The tears came hard and heavy, and I pulled my book over my face so no one would see.
I love our assignment that God has given us. We have a chance to make a real difference to the people of Guatemala. We know that we're being called, and we can't say no to God. Doing that is dangerous...we've found out the hard way. That doesn't mean we're not going to miss our extended family. That doesn't mean we're not going to miss our families here in Idaho and the Mountain West.
Lord, there's three weeks left. We're trusting in you to help us do all we need to do...close up the house and get a renter in, sell the vehicles, take all our stuff to Georgetown to store it, and pack the allotted 4 bags apiece for the airline. Wow. If anyone needs a small SUV, let me know. I need to sell mine.
I'm not going to say goodbye...just so long. Goodbye is too final.
God Bless Y'all.
Lisa
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