My Shelby left for Honduras last Thursday. I've got six more days of missing her ahead of me.
The Friday night before they left we had supper with Donna, from MississippiMama, and her family. They graciously opened their home to us so we could look at pictures and ask any questions or express any concerns about the trip.
This is her first time out of the country (would it even matter?) and because I'm bound and determined to not worry, or sit around playing out what if scenerios in my head (like airplanes falling into the Gulf, or men with guns, or earthquakes, or - you get the point), I'm going to remember her like this . . .
and this . . .
and this . . .
which is how she looked while talking about the trip at Donna's house that night.
Shelby does not like jelly on her PB&J sandwiches. Because of this her sandwich was packed seperately from the rest of the team's yesterday. Then the mission teams lunches got left behind and only Shelby had hers. I cried today when I found out she wouldn't eat her lunch because no one else had theirs.
I cried because that's the kind of young woman she is - and I am proud. Even if I'm still not sure who raised such a lovely person.
Bluebird, if you get to the internet cafe and see this, do as Joe said - spread the word of Jesus as far as you can - and then hurry home for a while, your Mamie misses you.
"How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, 'Your God reigns!'"