Storms

    
It has been raining all week.  One storm after the next.  I personally love storms, but it feels a little like my emotions.  I have never been the type to get home sick.  However, as I do the things that I must do to get ready it just reminds me how little time I have left here.  I am having to play every day by ear.  I really don't know what each day will hold.  Don't take me the wrong way.  I love that. It is just hard to know that I may never see some people ever again.   I may never visit certain places ever again.  I will probably never see my beloved dogs again after 2-3 weeks.  I take all that stuff for granted when life is stable or more domesticated. 

     It has not be as hard on me as it has been for my parents.  My dad is getting very upset about my departure.  With the way he works, he will not be able to participate in many of the farewell activities like my going away party or my dedication ceremony.  My mom is finally coming to a place of peace or at least appearances of peace.  They both still need prayers.  Especially with the missionary that was home over the summer passing away tragically last week.  Her funeral was yesterday. That family needs prayers too.  It has been a stormy summer for many, but after the storm comes the rainbow.  I am looking at my departure to Bolivia as my rainbow.

But as they sailed He fell asleep. And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water, and were in jeopardy. And they came to Him and awoke Him, saying, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” Then He arose and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water. And they ceased, and there was a calm. But He said to them, “Where is your faith?” And they were afraid, and marveled, saying to one another, “Who can this be? For He commands even the winds and water, and they obey Him!”

Luke 8:23-25