One week to go....

We are leaving Atlanta, GA next Monday at 7:24 a.m.  All our bags are packed, we're ready to go, we're standing here outside your door..... Oh wait, we're not quite that ready.  We have five bags packed to the max.  The Lord continues to reveal Himself to us.  I am amazed time and time again at His faithfulness.  I feared that we would all of a sudden have all of our support and leave abruptly, without time for our parents to feel prepared to say goodbye.  I am ashamed to see how much I doubt our good God.  He is working all things together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.  And He promises that He will not give us more than we can bear and will always give us the strength to stand up under the things we do bear.  He will not fail us.  I have watched our parents go through emotional torment.  It is wonderful to see how the Lord has carried them.  They are serving the Lord!  Their letting go of us is unto the Lord.  And the Lord is the reason, not their goodness.  Because, of themselves they would not be able to let go.  But the Lord has called them to this task and is doing the impossible in them.  I am learning so much as I watch.  It hurts to watch, but I cannot help but stand in awe and worship our Heavenly Father, full of love and mercy and grace.  

Yesterday we said goodbye to Western Heights in La Grange.  It was overwhelming to hear the prayers of men and women as they surrounded us and laid hands on us.  We sang together as one body proclaiming that our life is a testimony of what the Lord has done.  That we are weak and fallen, yet the Lord makes us strong and calls us clean as we stand covered in the blood of Christ.  Having this church's love, affection, prayers, and support allows me to really feel like I am an army of thousands going to battle.