The Windy City

Truly it is.  Windy Chicago.

We arrived here late this afternoon, having encountered delays in Washington DC.  

I’m thrilled to have washed off the airplane–have my stomach full of a steak and cheese Subway sandwich, yet I did so without thinking of those who won’t be able to “wash off the day” with a simple shower or bath.  Nor will they fill their tummies with any sustenance.

As I packed yesterday and worked around the house, getting all my errands finished–and the details of “leaving” home behind, I found myself battling.  That will sound odd to many –but believe me it was very real.  I won’t go into all the details of the battle, but the enemy is out to kill-steal-and destroy…and believe me–he is on his job.  IF he can get you to doubt your purpose he will do his best to make you believe you “have no purpose”.  BUT YOU DO!

Mission of Mercy is a purpose FILLED ministry–out to meet the needs of children all around the globe. In poverty sticken areas such as the one we will be working this next week, Siem Reap, Cambodia–I already know that this will be a life altering trip.

Just a tidbit since arriving–leaving out some struggles–we were picked up by the hotel shuttle bus and when it pulled up–we were taken aback by the outside appearance.  A large cardboard covered one window where a “rock” had hit the window and busted it…..hmmmm.  Made us question the hotel…but when we arrived–we were very pleased.

We all praised the LORD sitting together tonight–thankful for how God brought us all together.