Better late than never…

I think my title is very appropriate. Dan and I returned from Kenya almost 5 months ago and I am now just getting to actually updating who ever still might be following our blog. Sorry!

What can I say. We got off the plane in spokane and hit the ground running. We had about 3 days to rest/go through culture shock all over again before life in the states quickly caught up with us. Dan returned to cooking at the Salvation Army and I returned to my TA position at Moody Aviation AMT. I was promoted in my job (almost upon arrival) to the position of lab assistant/ tool room gal which was a huge answer to prayer. More hours and a pay raise? yes please!

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My “calling.” Urbana, Africa, & a proverb.

Urbana?
A missions conference that happens every 2 years. In a nutshell It is a time of being taught about, hearing examples of, praying for, and somehow one way or another being involved in missions. Thanks to our pastors, at the time Cpt. & Maj Smith’s, I got to go In December of 2012 with a friend of mine named Dylan. We met up with other people from the Salvation Army once there and it was a blast.

So what?
It was during the last meeting at Urbana that a small piece of paper was handed out with different questions and fill in the blanks. It was to challenge us if we where going to commit to the Lord by serving him through missions. 3 out of 4 fill in the blanks said:

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Not your typical ministry post.

“A mans steps are directed by the Lord. How then can anyone understand his own way?” 

Proverbs 20:24

I read this verse this past wednesday evening after a long day trying to manipulate sheet metal to do my bidding. I was rebuilding a trim tab assembly (yes I am pretending everyone knows what that is and what it does) and was ready to let the line service guys use it as their soccer ball when lunch time came. Coming across this verse made me throw my arms up in the air and almost yell out loud “well that would have been nice to know before I started training for 5 years to fix airplanes!” I went to bed in frustration.

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