He is holding me in His hands

I had to go before church Saturday & Sunday so they could send me out in prayer. I was so nervous and emotional, yet as our church covered me in prayer I felt such a peace and felt so blessed to belong to such an incredible family. I just love our church - we are truly a gathering of brothers and sisters in Christ. We are a family: we laugh, learn, cry, hope, love and grow with each other and in our Father. Sunday morning after the second service I felt this family supporting me even more than I expected. A man introduced himself to me & told me how he works for the government. He has friends & coworkers in the US Embassy in Bangkok. He wanted all my trip info & gave me all of his contact info. He was going to give his friends an extra heads up about our trip. He wanted to be sure I would be taken care of (If I lost my passport, go sick or anything-he has given them a heads up and said they'd "watch out for us") I wasn't even worried about any of these issues before, and I feel such a peace knowing if anything did happen, I am already taken care of here & there by our government. I just love how even before a worry or problem arises, my Father is holding me in His hand, providing hope & answers.
We leave a week from tomorrow and I am so excited! I have so many wonderful friends and family members praying for our trip. I am overwhelmed by how many of my precious girlfriends have offered to help w/my boys even though they all have kids of their own! (I am sure the boys would love play dates, but they are excited to go to both grandparent's houses during the week & have daddy time on the weekends!) Dave and I have been doing "Love Dare" and falling in love with each other all over again and I am going to have an extremely hard time leaving him as well. He is such a great supporter, husband and friend. He just gets me and all my crazy moodiness and my emotional roller coaster rides. He is wonderful. HOWEVER, anyone who sees him w/the boys while I am gone...try NOT to pay attention to what they are wearing. He tends to let them pick out their own clothes (even if it's 1 size too small tshirt OVER a 1 size too big sweatshirt, or crocs in the winter.....crazy 2 & 5 yr old outfits-but they love it!!) So, if any of you do see crazy clowns with him snap a picture for me b/c as embarrassing as those moments are, I am going to truly miss them :)

Thanks so much for your continued prayer!