counting….

Somewhere along my countdown to the big 4-0, I began taking inventory.  No, I haven’t been counting my towels or dinner plates (although they might be next).  I’ve recounted accomplishments and failures.  I’ve tried to organize my future goals and dreams.  And….I’ve inventoried my relationships.  The PROductive ones and the DEstructive ones.  The relationships that draw me nearer to God and the ones that pull me away from Him.  This inventory process has led me to some great realizations about how I want to celebrate living for half of eighty years.  I plan to go away ALL BY MYSELF for a few days, but to mark the end of my fourth decade I want to have coffee, or breakfast or lunch or a glass of wine with the forty women who have the the largest impact on my life.  I’m not done counting, but I’m feeling enormously blessed at this moment by just how many amazing women I get to do life with.

Here’s a few Biblical factoids on the number forty (more will come throughout the week)…..

Moses was on the mountain with God for 40 days (TWICE)
(Exo 24:18 KJV) And Moses went into the midst of the cloud, and gat him up into the mount: and Moses was in the mount forty days and forty nights.
(Exo 34:28-29 KJV) And he was there with the LORD forty days and forty nights; he did neither eat bread, nor drink water. And he wrote upon the tables the words of the covenant, the ten commandments.
(Deu 10:10 NIV) Now I had stayed on the mountain forty days and nights, as I did the first time, and the LORD listened to me at this time also. It was not his will to destroy you.

The Israelites spent 40 years in the wilderness, one year for each day they explored the Promised Land.
(Exo 16:35 KJV) And the children of Israel did eat manna forty years, until they came to a land inhabited; they did eat manna, until they came unto the borders of the land of Canaan.
(Num 14:33-34 NIV) Your children will be shepherds here for forty years, suffering for your unfaithfulness, until the last of your bodies lies in the desert. {34} For forty years–one year for each of the forty days you explored the land-you will suffer for your sins and know what it is like to have me against you.

Jesus fasted for 40 days in the wilderness
(Mat 3:17 KJV) And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
(Mat 4:1-2 KJV) Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. {2} And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward an hungered.

Jesus was seen in the earth 40 days after His crucifixion
(Acts 1:3 NIV) After his suffering, he showed himself to these men and gave many convincing proofs that he was alive. He appeared to them over a period of forty days and spoke about the kingdom of God.

It rained for 40 days and 40 nights when God wanted to cleanse the world and start over.
(Gen 7:12 KJV) And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights.

Noah waited another 40 days after it rained before he opened a window in the Ark.
(Gen 8:6 KJV) And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made:

the date

originally published May 31, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

About a week ago, the following entry found it’s way into my journal….

When HE asks you out on a date, He ALWAYS picks up the tab.

After seventeen and a half years of marriage, I can’t imagine what it would be like to date again.  To be honest, the very thought of dating has kept me married on more than one occasion.  Before my dear hubby stalked me and forced me into submission, I had a few monumental bad dates.  One time a guy asked me out that owned race horses.  He called and asked if I’d like to go to a very nice restaurant.  I didn’t know him well enough to tell him where I lived so I asked him to pick me up where I worked.  He showed up in a shiny new white corvette.  Conversation was awkward and I think we both knew pretty quickly that there wouldn’t be a second date.  When the check came he got up and went to the bathroom.  He went from the bathroom to the restaurant’s front door and waited for me to pay.  Nice move.  Then there was the guy that did get a second date.  And a third.  And four or five more after that.  Not one single time did this guy have a plan.  Every phone call was filled with questions directed at me.  “So…Do you want to pick me up or do you want me to pick you up?”  “What time do you want to go some where?”  “Do you know where you want to go?”  “Do you think we should go eat or see or movie or do something different?”  “What do you think I should wear?”  “Do you think my jeans make my butt look big?”  Okay.  It may have been a girlfriend and not the bad date asking the big butt question, but you get the idea.  I even once went on a date with a guy who had never bothered to tell me about the fact that he was recently divorced.  We were supposed to see a movie.  Instead, we spent several hours in the theater parking lot while I listened to him cry over his ex-wife and he asked me for advice on how to win her back.  Great date!

The doors that God opened on my trip to Serbia.  Those doors were just a small little piece of the “good date” puzzle.  He opened doors, pulled out my chair, paid the check, listened to what I had to say and made all the plans.  He took care of every single detail.  All I had to do was make myself pretty, follow Him out my front door and climb in His vehicle willing to go wherever He wanted to take me.

Today I had a realization.

Two weeks before I left for Serbia we embarked on a ten day vacation.  Just before we left for that vacation the owner of the house we’re living in informed us that they would not be renewing our lease.  They are moving back into the house and we must be out by the end of May.  While we were on our vacation I got an email from the tenants of a rental house we own in Georgia.  They unexpectedly got orders for North Carolina and they would be out of the house by the end of May.  I left for Serbia four days after returning from our vacation and the minute I returned from Serbia I began obsessing about where we would live and how we would carry two houses if the one in Georgia sits empty for a while.

Which takes me to today’s realization.  I’ve been a bad date.  Three years ago God moved our family to Washington, DC.  Last year He sent us to Serbia to adopt our daughter.  This year, he sent me back to Serbia and He has plans for me to return.

Deuteronomy 31:8 “It is the LORD who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.”

Hebrews 13:5 “…..I will never leave you nor forsake you.”

The word forsake is a verb meaning…..to quit or leave entirely; to abandon; to refuse

In fifteen days I turn 40.  Forty.  F.O.R.T.Y.  Four times ten.  Five times eight.  Two times twenty.  Half of eighty.  That’s the date I want to be obsessing over.  My God will NOT forsake me.  He has opened doors for me that no man can close.  He has NEVER left us homeless.  We haven’t always had the home that we thought we would have, but we’ve always had a home.  I just have to trust that this time will be no different.  If you’re praying for our family I do have some specific requests.

A) Someone needs to live in our house in Georgia.  We don’t care if it’s new owners or new renters.  It just needs to be occupied. B) We need clarity about where we should live here.  Do we rent?  Do we buy?  Do we rent a summer house, store all of our goods and wait for permanent housing until the end of summer?  C) Our kids need to feel peace and security through these big transitions.  D)  Our kids’ parents need to set a good example by exhibiting peace and security through these big transitions.  E)  I need focus on writing and revisions and I need for my days to be free from distractions.  F)  I have a party to plan.  You don’t really have to pray for it, but I want it to be memorable.  After all, there is only one chance to celebrate being half of eighty 🙂

the treadmill

originally published May 19, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

I’m a huge fan of the couch potato to 5k running plan.  Such a huge fan that I’ve started it no less than a dozen times in the past three years.  I do enjoy the way that it allows you to slowly build up speed and endurance.  I’ve always been one of those people who steps on the treadmill before I hit the power button.  My pace increases with the speed of the belt which allows my body to slowly warm up to the idea that I am about to torture it for a few minutes.  (emphasis on few)  Can you see why me and the C25K program became quick friends?  The methodology I apply to running spills over into most things in my life.  I love to witness the beginning of a new thing and watch its momentum build.

While in Serbia I went to a gym with my dear friends (sisters) Lisa and Rachelle.  Rachelle has one of the deepest wells of natural athletic ability of any woman I know (So does her husband.  And yes, their children are beasts.).  Lisa is, without compare, the fittest forty year old I will likely ever know.  Seeing how I’ve been held back like a first grader who can’t read and repeated weeks one through four of the C25K program more times than I care to count, I had to muster up some serious guts to enter a gym with these two women.  Before you chastise me, I am fully aware of all the dangers of comparing my all to someone else’s all.  That being said, God does have a twisted sense of humor.  If you want proof of it, you don’t have to look at the fact that He created these two spaces in my life that can ONLY be filled by women that have reached fitness levels I only dare dream of.  Just google images of a duck-billed platypus. See. He has a twisted sense of humor.

As I prepared to leave the gym on the last day of our trip, Lisa was just getting on the treadmill.  It wasn’t until I was on the elevator that I began to process how she approached her run.  She stood on the sides, turned on the power, waited until the treadmill was moving at what I would consider a sprint speed, and jumped on in full running motion.  I’m pretty sure that a “Hmmph?” escaped my lips as I pondered the difference between her way of approaching the treadmill and my own.  That same morning, as I fought the urge to acknowledge the alarming noise that was filling our hotel room, Lisa bounced out of bed. I rolled over and watched in awe at how wide awake she was within seconds of the alarm.  I had a video montage playing in my head of the exact same scene.  The montage consisted of glimpses of mornings that followed late night giggles and tears.  There were many of those mornings for the two of us between the ages of 13 and 20.  No matter how late we stayed up, Lisa always hit the ground running.

In most conversations surrounding our trip to Serbia, I stated that “this is a foundational trip.”  To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure what that meant.  What I did know is that I kept hearing the words “foundational trip” and “foundational journey” when I prayed or meditated over our purpose.  Today I began processing exactly what those words meant.  Very quickly my thoughts went to the two very different approaches that Lisa and I have to approaching a treadmill.  It only took a few seconds for me to realize how important it is to have people who take both approaches when it comes to walking out God’s plans. This first trip (it is inevitable that many will follow) was indeed a foundation for a journey.  I LOVE witnessing the foundation of things and watching as those things pick up momentum.  Once those things pick up momentum, they will not succeed without people who are willing to jump on the treadmill at a sprinting speed.

Because I broke all the rules concerning comparison in my little treadmill thought journey, I felt the need to see what God’s view was on the matter.

1 Corinthians 9:24-25

Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win!  All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize.
1 Timothy 4:7-8

Have nothing to do with godless myths and old wives’ tales; rather, train yourself to be godly.  For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.

It just so happens that God really doesn’t care so much about how we approach life’s treadmill.  He just wants us to get on it, spiritually armed (saturated in The Word and covered in prayer), and focused on the goal.

 

open doors

originally published May 12, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

Revelation 3:8

“I know all the things you do, and I have opened a door for you that no one can close. You have little strength, yet you obeyed my word and did not deny me.”

At the beginning of our trip I described what I was experiencing as being “set up”.  Every single day of our trip was filled with purpose and experiences that have changed the course of our lives.  I do plan to write about each experience, but right now I feel like I need to share something that happened on our eighth day in Belgrade.  For the first seven days, the weather had been overcast and cool.  It had rained off and on from the moment we arrived.  I blocked off several hours in our schedule on Saturday (the eighth day) for some sight-seeing.  Although we had seen most of the city from the windows of a van or trolley, there had been no time to actually experience any of the history around the city (other than the palaces, but that’s another post).  God must have known that we needed a break from the rain and cold that day.  He delivered absolutely perfect weather.  After breakfast we hopped on a trolley and made our way to the Kalamegdan Fortress.  The original fortress was built where the Sava and Danube rivers meet around 300BC.  The part that you can walk around in now was built around 500AD.  It is rumored that Attila the Hun is buried underneath the current structure.

As we walked around this ancient little city we stopped for a photo op in this huge beautiful archway.  As we were standing there I began to run my hands across this huge structure made of black leather and wooden studs.  I thought to myself that my security-obsessed husband would love this door that I was touching.  As I spoke those words out loud, my dear friend Lisa let out a small gasp and said, “Wow!  I didn’t even notice that those massive doors were there.”  Without hesitation, our new friend Annie said, “Isn’t that always the way it is when God opens them for you?!”

lifesong

originally published May 9, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

Sitting in the Nikola Tesla airport today in Belgrade, Serbia I looked around and wondered how many of the people passing by have ever had the opportunity to know that they were a part of something really big.  The kind of thing that cuts off evil and corruption at the root and paves a path of freedom.

As my dear friend Samuil drove us up to the airport, I glowed over the happenings of the morning and the fact that I have spent ten days swimming in the presence of God in a place where I spent three weeks swimming in spiritual oppression one year ago.  The last song to play on the radio before Sam parked the car was this…..

Empty Hands held high
Such Small sacrifice
If not joined with my life
I sing in vain tonight

May the words I say
And the things I do
Make my lifesong sing
Bring a smile to you

Let my lifesong sing to You
Let my life song sing to You
I want to sign your name
to the end of this day
Knowing that my heart was true
Let my lifesong sing to You

Lord, I give my life
A Living sacrifice
To reach a world in need
To be your hands and feet

So may the words I say
And the things I do
Make my lifesong sing
Bring a smile to you

Let my lifesong sing to You
Let my life song sing to You
I want to sign your name
to the end of this day
Knowing that my heart was true
Let my lifesong sing to You

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Let my lifesong sing to You

Let my lifesong sing to You
Let my life song sing to You
I want to sign your name
to the end of this day
Knowing that my heart was true
Let my lifesong sing to You

At the end of this day, I can assuredly sign the name of my Father to all that unfolded.  If you followed our adoption of Sofija, you know that we experienced quite a bit of turmoil while we were on the ground in Serbia.  That turmoil surrounded the corrupt actions of an adoption facilitator who had a serious conflict of interest.  You see, she was a pediatrician at the orphanage where Sofija spent the first three years of her life.  She was being paid by the government to look out for the best interest of the children in her care and…she was being paid by families to facilitate adoptions.  Serbia’s policy is that no employee of the government can profit from an adoption.

This woman has profited from every single American adoption since Serbia began allowing international adoption.  She asked for cash and she asked that we give it to her in a private discreet location.  She used the threat that all international adoptions would stop if we “made trouble”.  She very soon labeled our family “troublemakers”.  By the time I began planning this trip, she had labeled me her “Judas”.

The ministry that oversees her had information that indicated what she was doing before we arrived in Serbia.  On the day we arrived, we were questioned by ministry officials.  Our older three children were separated from us and they were also questioned.  A can of worms was opened.

This morning, fifty-five weeks after that first day of questioning, I was given the opportunity to sit in the exact same room and have an open discussion with the exact same ministry officials.  This meeting was much different from our last.  First of all, this meeting began with two of my favorite prayer-warrior women on the planet and Sam (a pastor) walking into that ministry building with me.  My friend from the adoption community Leah and her friend Mary were also there.  The six of us prayed in the lobby of the building and Lisa and Rachelle (the warrior women) stayed downstairs and prayed while the rest of us went upstairs.

My verse for the week….

Deuteronomy 31:8

“The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”

He went before me.  The corrupt facilitator is no longer facilitating.  I signed my name to the evidence being used against her.  I listened to all the details of how international adoptions are supposed to take place in Serbia.  And….I was told to leave with the peace that children WILL be adopted.

Yep.  God can sign his name to this day 🙂

a mother

originally published May 8, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

In the past ten days I’ve had the privilege of witnessing just how many variations there are in the definition of a mother.  Today, in America, we celebrate Mother’s Day.  I am not with my children today and this is the fifth that I have celebrated since I lost my own Mom.  And somehow, it has not been a sad day.  It has just been a day of alternate perspective.  I have loved on children who have never known the love of a mother in the past week.  I have spoken with parents who broke the chains of social norms and kept their children with special needs when the society around them encouraged institutionalization.  I have grown to love a woman who never knew the love of a mother, yet managed to find healing through her faith that has allowed her to be an amazing mother.  I made a friend who is called to open a pregnancy counseling center that will enable other women to embrace the definition of a mother.  I have built what will undoubtedly be lifelong relationships with women who have never experienced the joy of motherhood, yet have a mother’s heart. And tomorrow….I have the honor of being a vessel in what God is doing to help children know the love of a mother in the place where my daughter was born.  If you’re up at 3am ET, your prayers will be greatly appreciated.

a sling and a stone

originally published May 5, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

After touring the royal palaces this morning and meeting some new friends for coffee, Lisa and I climbed in the car with my new friend Samuil.  The rest of our team rode in a van with another new friend.  Our destination was the place that Sofija called home for the first three years of her life.  On our drive Samuil prayed and announced that he had a song for me to hear before we entered the facility.  He hit play.

I can’t tell all that happened just yet, but I can sum it up with one verse….

John 8:32 “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

I walked into a building fighting off fear.  I walked out of that building in freedom and with the knowledge that nobody will ever have to experience what we experienced to bring our daughter home.

God is faithful.

freedom

originally published May 2, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

Galatians 5:1 “Christ has set us free! This means we are really free. Now hold on to your freedom and don’t ever become slaves of the Law again.”

Another divine day filled with new friends, new revelations, new purpose and new freedom.

I’ve written, spoken and claimed Galatians 5:1 many times  in the past several years.  Being healed of cancer was so much more about being healed from years-old wounds and set free of the baggage I’d been carrying, than it was about a physical healing.

Today, as I claimed that my children would see themselves through the words of Ephesians 2:10

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God has prepared beforehand that we should walk in them”

I grasped just how big this verse is in my own life and how sad it is that I see people everywhere that I look who do not grasp it at all.

WE (you, me, he, she, they) are HIS workmanship (the art of a master workman).  We were all created for good works.  God has prepared those works beforehand so that we can simply walk them out.

As I sat and laughed about the connection to what God has prepared for the team I’m leading here and what God has led me to teach my children, I had a realization that filled me with joy that I could not contain.

I thought I knew what freedom was.  But today, I feel absolutely 100% freedom from the desire to control anything.  I NEVER want to be a slave to that desire again.

set up

originally published May 2, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

On May 1 2007 I had half of my thyroid removed.  Three days later I learned I had cancer.  On May 1st 2009 I had several tests in one day with my dear friend Rachelle by my side.  The last was an ultrasound that showed several very large lymph nodes in my neck that appeared to be cancerous.  On May 1st 2011 I was invited to a Roma church.  I accepted the invitation.

I had this big revelation while sitting in the Frankfurt airport yesterday for about 8 hours (it would have been 10, but my flight from London was delayed).  I have had this feeling all week of being set up.  You know that feeling you have the second after you step on a banana peel or open the door to find a very unattractive blind date?  That knowledge that someone has gone out of their way and planned to cause you harm?  It’s been the opposite of that.  Walking through the Frankfurt airport I realized that there are very few moments in life when we get to experience what it feels like to be “set up” in a positive light.  It is usually only vengeance, jealousy or some other unGodly emotion that motivate a person to form a calculated plan that will effect the life of one other person.  People just rarely put forth the effort the do something calculated and grand that will only effect one individual person.  But you know what?  God ALWAYS does.  I’ve been offered phone numbers for people in high places and when I call, they seem to have been expecting me.  Throughout my day today, I’ve been asked, “Did we meet before?”  We attended the English church service in the hotel where we are staying, had a four hour meeting with my amazing new friend Anne, and were dropped off at the Roma village by another new friend Samuil.

Along with Rachelle and the bff who was by my side to build an orphanage in Mexico when we were still in junior high, I walked down an alley and into a Roma shanty town on the outskirts of Belgrade, Serbia.  The pastor is a Roma who speaks English.  As he escorted us down the alley he told us a little about the church.  There are more than 200,000 Romas in Belgrade and more than 800,000 in Serbia.  His church is THE ONLY Roma church in Belgrade.  Around one hundred people meet in a space that’s roughly the size of your living room.  We entered that room, found a place to sit, and were informed that a space had been saved for us on the front row.  As I sat, with my knees pressed against the pulpit, the pastor looked at me and asked, “Are you going to say something?”  I replied, “Huh?” He spoke slowly (I guess American mothers aren’t the only ones who think speaking slowly might help people hear you) as he asked, “Do you want to share something?  A testimony?  A word?”  As my mind was still saying, “Huh?”, my mouth opened and the word “yes” came out.  Without realizing it, I then said, “And Rachelle will sing.”  I just love her so much that I wanted to share the moment 😉

As I tried to grasp what I had just agreed to, I realized that the only thing I had on me was a flip video and my passport.  Time to talk to God.  I kept hearing, “relate to them”.  Uh, yeah.  The Roma people have had no land of their own for well over a thousand years.  They live in extreme poverty, desolation, discrimination and isolation.  The do not even have a Bible printed in their own language.  How do you speak to people who have never had an opportunity to read the Bible?

As I argued all these points to God, I heard the words, “one flock.”  I looked over and saw that Rachelle had a Bible in her hands and I asked if I could look through it.  It fell open to Isaiah 45.  Remember the whole “set up” feeling?  Isaiah 45:1-3  says, “Thus says the LORD to my anointed one…. whose right hand I have grasped, to subdue nations before him (her) and to loose the belts of kings, to open doors before him(her) that gates may not be closed: “I will go before you and level the exalted places, I will break in pieces the doors of bronze and cut through the bars of iron, I will give you the treasures of darkness and the hoards in secret places, that you may know that it is I, the LORD, the God of Israel, who calls you by your name.”

Got it, God!  I’ve been set up.

I then turned to John 10 and read down until I found the part about Jesus knowing his own sheep and his own sheep knowing Him.  And then the part about him laying down his life for His sheep.  And then verse 16 …. “I have other sheep, too, that are not in this sheepfold. I must bring them also. They will listen to my voice, and there will be one flock with one shepherd.”

After an hour of worshiping God in a language I did not know :), and several minutes of weeping as Rachelle sang (video to be posted later), I stood and read John 10:14-16.  I told the story of my own church.  A church that began less than four years ago, in a movie theater, with half the number of people that were in that small room. A church that had more than 1100 people in attendance on Easter Sunday.  I’m not quite sure how much of that was lost in translation, but there was gasping and I heard the pastor say quietly, “We will need a bigger building.”  I said a little more, sat down and listened to an entire sermon that I could not understand.  There were verses to reference shining on the wall in front of us through an overhead projector.  Of course, the verses were in Serbian and the sermon was in a Roma dialect (that was very different from Serbian).  Rachelle and I were able to guess what some of the book references were.  As we read them we laughed.  Most were about sheep.

After the sermon, we took communion and had prayer time.  Many people came forward seeking prayer and the pastor looked at us and said that they were there for healing.  We began to pray over them and it seemed like the line just kept growing.  After praying over an older lady who had a tiny little girl by her side, it became evident that this child, who could not have been older than five, was seeking prayer.  Rachelle and I got down in front of her and as we began praying over her, I heard very clearly, “Tell them it’s May 1st!”

When prayer time was over, the pastor handed me the mic and I began to cry (Eb, I know you’re shocked.)  I told them the story of May 1 2007 and May 1st 2009 and that today, on May 1st 2011, I am cancer-free. I can’t really remember what all I said or what all of the responses were from that moment forward, but I can tell you that the presence of God had filled that room.

We are one flock.  How can it be that people who love Christ and who sacrifice all that they have just to rent a room where they can gather, do not even have a Bible translated into their native language?  How, in 2011, can an entire race not have a land to call their own?  Why is it that this small church plant is the only place in Belgrade where Roma’s are welcome to gather and worship? Before we left, we asked if we could pray.  Again I wept, as I listened to Lisa claim the promises of unity and prosperity over that church and the entire nation of Serbia.

We returned to our hotel tonight burdened, full of righteous anger, and still in awe of just how far God has gone to set us up for this journey.

Can’t wait to see what He has planned for tomorrow…..

one-year journey

originally published April 30, 2011 at http://kacinpoint.com

One year ago today I dressed my daughter of three days in her “going home” outfit, boarded a plane in Belgrade with my other four favorite family members, and began her journey home.  Today I return.   There are literally hundreds of pieces to the puzzle that created this journey that simply cannot be explained in any way except that God is “so freakin’ amazing”.  I would like to say that God will move mountains in the coming days, but that would be the wrong tense.  He already has moved the mountains.  He already wrote the script for this amazing adventure that I’m privileged to be a part of.

I had hoped to travel with the rest of our team.  It just didn’t work out that way and I ended up flying to London, all by myself (feel free to sing that line), on the day of the royal wedding.  I’m not a globe-trotter.  Oh wait.  Maybe I am.  I’m just not really a frequent-flyer.  I have, however been on a fair number of flights in my life.  In all my travels I cannot recall a pilot announcing anything that I wanted to save as a soundbite and replay frequently.  Keeping in line with everything else about this journey, just before takeoff the pilot gave a usual spiel with an unexpected finish.  In all honesty, I could not tell you if it was a “usual spiel” because I can’t really recall anything other than his last sentence….”Everyone have a VERY blessed journey.”  Just in case you want to play the soundbite yourself, he had a lovely British accent and he pronounced bless-ed with two syllables.

Flying into London was amazing. Our final approach was right along the Thames. I was sitting on the eastern side of the plane and the sun rose just as we descended low enough to clearly see the huge manor houses all along the river. BEAUTIFUL! I want to come back to England and actually leave the airport.  While flying through London was not what I had envisioned or expected, it did give me an opportunity to pick up the very last copy of the Daily Mail ~ Royal Souvenir Edition, to be found in Heathrow.  It just so happens that Daily Mail is the complimentary newspaper provided by the airline I flew.  Lucky me!

Psalm 25:4-5

Show me the right path, O Lord;
point out the road for me to follow.
Lead me by your truth and teach me,
for you are the God who saves me.
All day long I put my hope in you.