I can remember watching on our cell phone the progress of the plane making across the world back to Chicago. I will NEVER forget seeing that little blue plane on the screen show it had landed and she was back on US soil. Then within an hour I got a text, we are in Chicago and eating. Talk about relief,…
I will never forget that hug goodbye, her wave and then her text that they were boarding. Then a few hours later the text again that they were boarding the plane in Chicago and it would be a long flight through the night. I think I was awake most of the time she was in the air praying that God’s…
This is a special post that I am doing to let everyone know some new developments. This weekend I will continue from where I left off last week. Do to lack of funds coming in for Abigail’s trip she had planned to do in May to Argentina, we have taken it as a sign that God said “no” this time.…
As I said in my last post Abigail found WMA at the SHEM convention at the ripe age of 15. What I didn’t say was when she told me she wanted to go, where she wanted to go! She informed me she wanted to go to Iraq and I informed her NO she WASN’T. Of course she knew that would…
This is my first post about what it is like to be the mother of a teen missionary. I will never forget the day that I heard the words come from our 15 yr old daughter, “Mother I know what I want to do!” We were at the annual SHEM convention for homeschoolers and I was sitting at our booth.…