Dave and the team made it safely to Africa.
We were able to chat last night for me/this morning for him via FaceTime.
Kayla told him about the faux gold nuggets that Pop Pop gave her yesterday.
And asked if there were goats there.
Gold and goats.
That's about right.
Ashlyn asked if he got his shots yet.
She wanted to go with him until she heard about the vaccination requirements.
God is doing amazing things in Sudan.
I love that I can kind of see it.
And I can't wait to hear more when they are home.
I went to a funeral on Saturday.
For a dear soul that taught Sunday School in the church that I grew up in.
I was blessed to have her.
And blessed by the Jolly Ranchers she gave me when I memorized verses.
Her family spoke of her devotion to Christ and His Word.
How they would recall hearing her pray out loud, early in the morning.
Very often she had her bible in hand.
Any time she talked with you, she looked you in the eyes and gently grabbed your arm.
I remember that about her.
And she did not have an easy life.
Much harder than mine.
Yet she remained loyal.
On the drive back, I got to thinking.
What will my kids remember about me?
What will they say after I'm gone?
That I always had my bible in my hand?
Or that I was always holding my phone.
Am I praying out loud in the morning or ever?
Am I intensionally teaching them?
And, more importantly, am I LIVING what I'm teaching them?
Or just surviving until bedtime.
A good dose of conviction was received on the 505.
And one I'm going to listen to.
I want to be remembered for my devotion to Christ.
Not the things of this world.
Now hear me.
Obviously, technology is not evil or bad.
I actually think it's a gift from the Lord, if used rightly.
Fellowship on steroids.
I love it.
I have no plans to give it up.
I just want to use it less.
I don't want to be remembered for it.
Even if I really, really, REALLY love it when we're 9077 miles apart.
Thank you, 505 and your 8 zillion bugs.
Thank you, Dorothea Jacobs.
God used you to teach me something.