This morning was one I've been dreading for months. It was our last Sunday here in Villisca. It's so hard to leave a group of people that we love dearly and who love us too. They know me pretty well by now. As you can see in the picture, one of the couples in the church gave me an Oreo Cookie Jar for a going away present. It couldn't be more perfect. Last night was our going away party. All these pictures where there. Natalie really wanted to be "big girl" and play with the other kids. She isn't shy at all. I know people will love her in her new town, but it is sure hard to leave so many Grandma's and Grandpa's here. God is good, and we keep saying we are glad that people aren't running us out of town. As we drove into town last night, I looked to my right and saw all the sheep. I am confident I will not see sheep 1/2 mile from our new house. We are bracing ourselves for extreme culture shock. We are also bracing ourselves for God sightings all around us. He is calling us to move. That means He is calling someone else here. When God says go, I have to listen. He has plans far beyond my imagination. I'm looking forward to seeing them unfold. For the people here, for the people there, for us, and for the little one sleeping in the next room.
The next blog...sometime when the dust has settled.
