Yowza.

We went to Yellowstone/Montana for a week. It was beautiful. I came back completely out-of-whack, which is not. The girl in the picture is my sister, not me. 

I'm not that cool. 

When I came home, I suddenly realized there were five weeks left til departure, I had tickets to order, four papers to write, roundabouts 60% more support to raise, and health and sanity to catch. YOWZA. My counselor at the organization verbally forced me to find my planner and I started to write things down. You can't really tell in the picture, but it proves some of my productivity. 

I also met with one of my Chinese friends from last summer, who through some crazy work of the Father managed to get back here for a second summer. We hugged and caught up. AND THEN---she showed me her Book---you know, THAT Book---and said, "We are sisters now!" Friends, my heart turned into a jello puddle right then and there. I'd been waiting almost a year for that moment. YES, she is my sister-- forever!!! YESYESYESYES!!!

Thennnnn.....some screws were thrown into the plan. Somewhere in the midst of riding in the airplane, driving in the car, rodeoing buffalo, and  taming wild moose in Yellowstone I managed to screw up my back. I don't know what's wrong with it, but it's not acting normal. That's when the questions came. 

"What am I going to do about this?"

"What if it doesn't get fixed before I leave?" 

"What if something else goes wrong while I'm in China and they can't fix it there and I have to go home?" 

"Should I even go?"

Which caused a two-day halt in production. Not helpful. 

I whined at the Father, worried, stressed out, and tried to do yoga. And somewhere in the middle of that He reminded me that He's big, He has a purpose for my life, and He knows exactly what's going on, ANNND He could fix it really quick if He wanted to. And there's something called faith that I seem to have very little of.

Shoot.

So. Today. I ordered airplane tickets and wrote a paper. I talked to the Father. I crossed things off on my planner. We borrowed this machine that stretches out your back. I got a teaspoon full of a thing called "peace that passes understanding".

I am taking small, daily steps in trusting the Father and continuing on this path.

Now I need your help. IF you are reading this, you should need to be putting me on the altar right now. For getting things done, for my overall health, and for trusting that the Father knows what He's doing. Because He does--He planned it.

His will be done.