We are almost ready to leave. By the time you are going to bed we are stepping on our first plane.
I remember my sweet sweet friend telling me once that her son was flying home from Vietnam I believe and it was some crazy circumstance and when he looked outside he saw...yes literally saw...angels all around the wings of the plane. Oh I wish I would see them. And if I don't...I know they are there. Moved by the prayers of His people.
Thank you for praying.
Please...pray us home to Pasco.