All my bags are packed

What a whirlwind these last days have been! Between Jonathan's 'farewell concert tour'--the medical mission conference in Dallas--and general 'taking care of last minute business'--there hasn't been a minute to do the laundry that needs to be packed in the suitcase. That was remedied tonight. I sat packing his bag trying to get the reality of this move to sink in. But it hasn't.

The last few weeks have been exciting, precious, exhausting, memorable, endless, too quick---you see where I'm going.

There have been many special and encouraging words spoken over us--the depth of many friendships acknowledged--prayers, praise, and generosity heaped upon us so heavily that (yes, I'm ashamed to say) we almost feel worn out from receiving it. There has been more than one evening lately where we fell in to bed saying, "No more talking! No more people, no more words, shhh...sleep."

I know we will need the memory of these words to sustain us in the months ahead. That this friendship feast will need to sustain us through the famine of separation, culture shock, and language frustrations to come. But at this moment, in the bloated aftermath of so much support--I think Jonathan is ready to find himself in a country where he has too little vocabulary to have an emotional conversation.
And now, that day is finally here.
Please keep praying for us.
Here we go---