It was just what I needed today. Two commissionings (at my church, they like to make sure you are REALLY covered up in prayer for these trips), a wonderful sermon about being all in for God and praising Him with everything we've got, and an early Father's Day celebration for Cutie Pie. I was surprised by my sweet middle school DNOW girls who ran up to the altar to lay hands on me during the commissioning. I cried like a crazy woman then. (Why do I insist on wearing mascara to these things?) Their enthusiasm for Christ is humbling and inspiring too. I want to have such passion! I have felt great anxiety over this trip, and yet the shake-up of my heart, I know, is a good thing. And make no mistake, He is shaking me--rather like a half-gallon of Small Fry's orange juice.
One of my favorite songs greeted us this morning:
We stand and lift up our hands
for the joy of the Lord is our strength
We bow down and worship Him now
How great, how awesome is He
Holy is the Lord God Almighty
The earth is filled with His glory
The joy of the Lord is our strength...that's so good. ;-)
Packing is nearly complete, and everything fits neatly into two vacuum bags, two large ziploc bags (one contains an entire pharmacy and the other is filled with snacks) and YES, I think there is still room left over for my beloved pillow. I used to think people were weird when they dragged their pillow with them on trips, but in my old age I see the value of good sleep and a non-cricked neck. On the hunt tomorrow for one more pair of cargo pants and some closed-toe shoes that will go with any outfit I throw at them.
Asante.
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