Many Miles later....

So sorry that this has taken so long. I've been trying to come up with some way to relay our experience concisely, accurately, and creatively. I haven't figured out how to do that yet, so I though I'd just go ahead and lay something out there.

We left camp on the 11th, blessed by a GPS and prayers from Russ Schultz and David Jacquess. Wichita that night. Stayed until Friday morning and then left for Denver. Used the restroom at a warehouse where a kind guy let us use the bathroom and then later a sweet old Catholic woman named Dilly.

Friday night in Denver we arrived at one of Denver Rescue Mission's branches called The Crossing, a long-term rehab facility. We were shown to our rooms (the place used to be a hotel so our accommodations were comfortable) and then immediately put to work in the kitchen. The next began what was to become our long-term project at the downtown Denver Rescue Mission across from the Triangle.

What is the Triangle I can hear you say? Well dear comrades, it is the spot in Denver for crack/meth/vice of choice.

I'll leave it there for the moment, I promise I'll finish that.

Thanks for the prayers that many of you have passed along, God has been hearing and blessing His children.

We're in Salt Lake City now.

Found ourselves

So the trip has begun. We are wrapping up day three. Wednesday we were on the road, stayed with my Mom in Wichita, stayed Thursday then left early this morning. We arrived at Denver Rescue Mission at 43o, were shown to our rooms and immediately began work.

Tomorrow we will be at the downtown location at 530 am to begin our day. And a long one it will be.

We have been blessed beyond reason so far. I can't wait to say more about it, but for now I must rest.

Worship.

After an extensive nap, I came to get a coffee and kill the caffeine headache.

The live music tonight at the coffee shop was provided my Mike, a very talented, funny, blind musician.

He is now playing Yes Jesus Loves me on the keyboard with a kazoo accompanist, female, age 8, or maybe 9.

Still couchsurfing.

A good day to die.

Currently couch surfing.

Yesterday was the canoe trip for Session 3. 14 miles. 8 hours. Lots of bumps (my leg looks like a lumpy pillow). Slept in my hammock, woke up at 8 (praise God!) to my four of my girls prodding me awake.

Julia: Ms. Emma!

Me: ahhhhuuuuuhh

Taylor: wake up!

Julia: Ms. Emma you passed out during your prayer last night. You were like 'mmmuuummmhhhhh protect these beautiful girls...muhhhhhmen...munnhhhhh'

Shelby: then you woke up and said: 'Did any of that make sense?' And then 'Amen'

Hopefully the HS (holy spirit, duh) can translate mumble.

I ran the numbers for the trip. If we take off from Siloam, stop in Wichita, then Denver, then Reno, San Fran, LA, San Diego, Phoenix, and then Albuquerque the whole trip will be about 3,974 miles.

We'll take a couple days to get ready after camp, and then we're off.

We'll be reading through the gospels as we go, studying how Jesus ministered as He traveled so we may learn from Him. I hope I get to flip over a table....

How can I pray for you brothers and sisters?

Infection.

Yes.

How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news?

Isaiah 52 (somewhere...I think)

No, you're right. I have no idea what I'm doing. I have a little bit of money, student loans, other debts and ties, and I'm going to go stay with people I don't know, find food where it can be found, and pray...that something happens...Maybe we can preach the night away until some kid sitting in the window is so tired he falls--asleep--and then out-- the window. We'll go dog pile him and march out of that town, the whole place celebrating because he lives.

Maybe that. Maybe not.

Acts, baby. Quite theatrical at times.

So pray for us also, that we may proclaim the gospel as we should. That we speak not with our tongues but with the spirit's leading, that we love people like they're rockstars, that we act in a manner worthy of the calling, that we find a place to lay our heads...but just until we're called away, that we let our flesh rot as our spirits are renewed.

Thank you brothers and sisters.

Well,

Hong Kong is over. As is Laos.

Quick update: moved on from a bad relationship, graduated college, currently working at a camp.

God is good, all the time.

Because the adventure is different this time I'm moving locations.

Follow me there?

Missy

There have been so many good days. Today is very stormy. Lightening and thunder. In class today we drew prepositions. What does it look like for the bus to drive by someone? What does it look like for the bus to drive on someone? Very different.

The song Sorry Sorry by a Korean Supergroups named Super Junior is stuck in my head. It is actually a very good song. Not substantial but fun.

Pray for these last few days if you're into it. We need so much focus and I am low energy. Happy but low energy : )