home again?

I'm not sure if we went home or came home.  It is the oddest feeling to have your heart in two places at once.  And even more odd is the knowledge that this world is NOT OUR HOME!  :)  Maybe this is why the Lord lets me feel this way, so that I never truly feel "at home".  Every time we go, it gets harder to come back.  All the good-byes that bring tears. . .and yet I know that if we called that place home, I would cry every time I left here.  I love all our friends and family here and all those that feel like family there.  How bittersweet no matter what direction we are flying!

After all the emotions, we had a WONDERFUL trip.  There were those who came that we already knew. There were those that came that we knew a little.  There were those that came that we didn't really know.  We enjoyed every minute with each one.  How fun to renew old friendships and make new ones.  The Lord was with us and protected us all.  There is a new house on the hill in a small village in the middle of God's wonderful creation.  We are praying that God is getting ALL the glory and that the people will see His love through the labors of those who strive to be His hands and feet here on earth.

Oh Praise Him!

    week one                                            week two

          

Tino - A happy new homeowner

we want to be the hands and feet of Jesus

how thankful we were for the villagers who were always ready to share

we enjoy having good neighbors

sweet togetherness and rest on the plane ride home

to God be the Glory. . .

Saturday flew by.  The last of the long days of last week.  Before we knew it, the time had come to make the drive to the airport.  With much excitement the Mommies and Kiddos loaded up in the van to welcome the Daddies back to this soil that we call home.  I wish we would have recorded the shouting and hurrahs from the Kiddos upon seeing the airport.  :)

Upon arriving, we met a Daddy and Boy that said they had been waiting for 2 hours for their Mommy to clear customs.  We thought it would not be us.  That things would be caught up till our plane came in. . .

Approximately 2 hours later. . .

There were bear hugs and smiles.  God brought them safely home!  This was our first experience with lost luggage in all of our flying, but we didn't seem to mind since we were all together again.

As we traveled home in the wee hours of the morning, we listened to stories of their trip and heard their laughter as they shared memories, impressions, and experiences.

Thanking God for safe travels, beautiful weather to work in, and the opportunity to serve.

To God Be ALL the Glory!