We Made It!

As of yesterday, Jay and I have been married for 6 months. It is hard to believe because the time has gone so fast.

If any of you missed it, the missions conference at Grace Chapel was wonderful. It was great to hear from all sorts of different people their stories of what God has done or is doing in their lives. Jay and I got to share about our trip at the pancake feed, and we also began our support raising this weekend. The whole process of support raising is regularly overwhelming me. My faith can show itself to be so weak sometimes.

I think that the picture off to the side is a good representation of how our I'm feeling right now. . .

Countdown

4 1/2 weeks until Jay graduates ( a feat 7 years in the making!)
4 1/2 weeks until Baby Davy is scheduled to make he/she/its appearance into the world.
4 1/2 weeks until the whole of Norfolk settles upon Lincoln to celebrate these long awaited events.
4 1/2 weeks until I am scheduled to drive myself away from Lincoln and leave my home of the last 2 1/2 years, and my little apartment of 6 months.

Is it no wonder that I'm not sleeping great?

Jay and I are facing the bitterness of our decision right now. Bitterness of leaving the amazing community that God has blessed us with here. Bitterness of "good-bye" and "I don't know if we will be back" conversations. Bitterness with packing up our cozy little home and storing it in pieces in a cold garage.

There is sweet too - Sweetness and excitement of this adventure that God is sending us on.
Please pray for us. . .

We May Have Lost Our Minds!

For those of you who haven't heard, Jay and I have decided to spend the next year teaching missionary kids in Mexico. We seem crazy to the world and to the people around us, but after much prayer and discussion, it seems as though God is lining this path up for us. The only thing with this decision is that it leaves us with 5 weeks to get our lives in order to be gone for the next year (Camp starts in 5 weeks). This fact leaves me a little stressed. . . ok a lot stressed, but God keeps reminding in all sorts of ways that this is His plan, and all He requires from me is to have faith.

On a side note, I went golfing tonight for the first time since last summer with Jay, Scott and Gina. I averaged about ten strokes a hole, and my final score would have been decent had we been playing 18 holes instead of eight. But I wasn't the worst player, at least not by much.