We heard from our missionary today. He is doing well and getting ready for his final transfer out of the AP position and back out with the people. He mentioned dealing with some weird illness that has been a bit distracting to him, but I feel like the Lord is totally watching over him in his labors. And his mother is being protected too, because 22 months ago I would have told you that I was a bit nervous about conditions he would be in. That I was concerned about his safety. That I was worried he would get very sick. But from the time he arrived in Kenya I have had no concerns in these areas. I have felt content and calm. Boy #4 is on the countdown for his big brother to come home. Today we are at 87 left.
I remember the call from my husband as he was driving in to the office and I was home with my kids getting ready to send the oldest ones off to school. We turned on the TV and watched in horror. I seriously felt like it was a nightmare and not really happening. Horrible, horrible, horrible stuff. Today I am moved by all of the remembrances, but I must admit that the flight 93 story still gets me right through the heart. Unreal heroism.