I wish I had time to write.
But I don't.
Packing and preparing for my upcoming mission trip to inner-city Detroit.
This is my 5 trip.
My heart aches to leave my family, how I love them.
How my heart aches for the ones in Detroit, how I love them.
I am most excited to see my friend Lisa.
We met 3 years ago at Big A (vacation Bible school)
We text throughout the year.
I can't wait to see her again.
She and I share a love for books.
I paced back and forth at the bookstore last night trying to decide what book to buy her.
She likes "drama" books, I want to buy her Amish books.
She'll read anything,
my heart breaks that her bookshelves are not overflowing,
but how much more do I desire her to have God's love overflowing.
I left with three books and a journal.
So I must run.
I really should pack.
I leave tomorrow...
early in the morning;
chances are I'll need to do some laundry.