D day

It is D day. Not death day. but departure day! And let me tell you all, I never would have ever been able to get on the plane without my family's help. Not because they were carrying my scared self on to the plane (cause my father would probably have chosen to pick me up and carry me back to the car) but because they did so much in the last week to make this possible. I don't know how I would have done all my school work, all my planning, as well as sleep without their help- so props to them. Do we think I can send my sister my Greek paper so she can edit it when my last paper is finally done!?!?! ; )

As I sit in the airport I just thankful that the marathon of preparation is over and the Marathon of the next 56 days has begun.

For those of you that don't know I am going around to several countries to study the affects of short term missions on the national church. What happens when a team leaves? Is it all good? All bad? or a mixture of both? And I find it utterly ironic that I am sitting right across the row of the terminal from a group in highlighter yellow t-shirts that say "making a difference for someone"- Mexico 2009.

And I will sign off with one final thought that is running through my head (I am trying not to think of the Greek paper that I have yet to finish but have been dreaming of thanks to the side effects of anti malaria medicines that cause vivid dreams)...My friend david bailey's airport song. Makes me smile as I take one of MANY MANY flights in the next weeks!

Signing off for now.

Blessings

picture of my sister who spent the last two days at my beck and call!! Thanks Kt!