Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Jamaica A/G Bible College party!

Saturday was a fun day! Of course anytime we have the students at the house it is gonna be a great day! What is so wonderful is that we don't have to entertain them, they entertain us!



I thought that the students would like to play SPOONS, that they did. Then they taught me DONKEY, the Jamaican form of Spoons, then Cherley taught us how to play the Haitian version, CAO! Oh brother, what a great time!



When you play Donkey the person that arrives at having all the letters becomes a donkey whether he wants to or not! They get him on the ground, ride him around the room and nearly cause chaos wherever they ride! This is Robbie who fortunately for me was the donkey. Being a new learner to the game I was very close! I didn't know what was coming! Thank you Robbie for rescuing me!



Some games are naturally calmer like badminton, dominoes,piano, and tv! Maybe I should have stuck with those!






Jamaicans love their football. So a sweaty game was played in the heat of the day! Thank God we have had some rain so showers could be taken!







Graduation will take place on May 15, the semester is quickly coming to an end. It is so important, I feel, to get the students out of the college and run off some stress! I think that Saturday was therapy!







It is an honor for us to have the students in our home. Some are not able to attend as they go home on the weekends and have certain commitments but we fed 30 people and a very special treat was to have birthday cake for Jerome whose birthday was yesterday. Before we had the cake, everyone went around the circle and told Jerome what he means to them. I will miss our special musician as Jerome graduates in a couple of weeks.





It was a great day, a special memory, a treat for Renee, a blessing to the students, one more event to put in our memory banks, a Happening!

Our Jamaican "boys"!



Our Jamaican "girls"!



Our beautiful group!



These students are why we are here. Every decision we make, it is for them. We want to pour into their lives in the classroom, playing games, out and about, in prayer, and consecration to the one who has called all of us to build His kingdom.

Friday, April 9, 2010

A wa yu a say?

When we announced our move to Jamaica, many people said to us, I didn't know Jamaica spoke Spanish. Well, they don't, but because our missions career has always been in Spanish countries, people were surprised that we chose an English speaking country. Well, shall I say, English is the "official" language of Jamaica but it is definitely not the "heart" language.

In the Bible College the students are required to speak English, but when they are at my house playing Wii, it is definitely not English I hear! When we do business in a government building, it is English we hear. The minute we hit the street, it is definitely not English. What is this language I hear all around me and where in the world is a Bible in that language so I can learn.

When we learned Spanish in the language school in Costa Rica, listening to music and reading the Bible out loud were some of the easiest ways for me to learn the language.

Jamaicans speak what some linguists term as Jamaican Creole. Others call it AfroJamaican English while still others just simply call it Patois.

Patois has simplified standard English by disposing irregular past tenses and participles, irregular plurals of nouns, case variations in pronouns and the myriad irregularities of the verb "to be" and much more!

Some homes only speak Patois , so when the children go to school (where they officially are to teach in English) the students have trouble with standard English. I can see why. It is really different until you capture both languages. I am sure that some of our students have trouble with our standard English in the classroom. Maybe that is why some of their tests reflect trouble with a capital T!

In reality, Patois represents one spectrum of society here in Jamaica. Standard English represents the other spectrum, the majority of Jamaicans find themselves somewhere in the middle of those two.

Here we go, are you ready to learn Patois?

1. Terminal consonants such as T, D, P are usually omitted. For example, want is waan, spend is spen, crisp is cris.

2. Consonants are reversed. Film would be flim, ask is aks, shortage is shotrage.

3. New consonants are added. Fishnin, ongle is only, liar is liard.

4. B can take the place of V. Vex is bex, bikl is vittles, shoob is shove.

5. DL is replaced by GL. saddle is sagl, middle is migl.

6. DR can be replaced by J. drum is jum. jugs is dregs, junk is drunk.

7. J is replaced by D. just is dus.

8. Initial H is often dropped like have is av, or the H can be added to words like egg is hegg, heat is eat, woman turns into ooman or hooman.

9. Terminal sounds like OWN or OUND may be replaced by UNG. Ground is grung. down is dung. town is tung.

10. An R in the middle of a word can be omitted before a consonant. burn turns to bun, turn, tun, bird, bood, work is woot.

11. This is the only one that makes sense to this New Englander...an R at the end of a word is omitted like, docta, sista, slippa.

12. There are no TH sounds in Patois. three becomes tree, through becomes true. thick is tick, thousand is tousand.

13. And this one is our favorite, TTL in the middle of a word becomes K. Little is likl, bottle is bokl, title is tikl.

14. Nouns plural are implied. One foot two foot, one man nuf man, one teet six teet (teeth) one iez two iez (ears)


Enough! Well here are some phrases.

Yu see dem pickny? Do you see the children?

Fi wa? What for?

A wa dat good fa? What is that good for?

Fran ya to deh. From here to there.

Gi I some, noh? Won't you give me some?

Mek shi gwaan. Make her go on!


Renee is doing real well with Patois. Her teachers use Patois even to teach and sometimes it is so confusing to me but she has caught on real quick. Of course making fun of the white girl is typical so she is shy about using it!

One of the Bible College students gave me Psalm 23 Patois style:

The Lord ah mi one boss, and mi nuh fi want nutt’n
Ah Him ah prevent mi from tell off people everyday
Ah Him ah gimme peace, when so-so madness a gwan roun’ mi
Ah Him ah remind mi fi pray and fi do everyting widout complain, murmur or kiss mi teef
Ah him ah remind mi dat ah Him, noh mu job, ah mi source, although lickle more pay woulda nice.
Him ah stap mi from mad a daytime, an ah guide mi decision dem, so mi can honor Him anna hev’ryting
Ah Him ah prevent mi from shootup di whole place, an tun all misupervisor dem inna some duppy so mi no haffi go ah prison, an live mongst ah bag ah battyman or get heng.
Even though mi get one whole heap of e-mail, fool fool deadline fi work wid, have some co-worker dem whey a chat mi behind mi back, some big heediat fi supervisor, an ah old body day kyaan’ mek it a morning time, mi nah give up because Him deh wid mi!
Him presence, Him peace, an Him power ah go si mi through…..

Well I go in search of a Patois Bible and Rosetta Stone..I wonder if I can have any success! Anybody want to come and translate Patois into written form? Wouldn't it be incredible to have Patois Bibles to take to communities! I think I have a new prayer...Lord give someone the inspiration to complete the task!


Thursday, April 1, 2010

Happy Easter from Jamaica....

We are into my most favorite season. My mind is thinking of crocuses and daffodils, (my favorites) coming up in my Springfield house. Well it is not my house anymore, but the vision of it is still in my mind. The snow is past, the sun is getting hotter in the daytime, the tulips breaking through the hard ground and the glory of the resurrection is evident. I have so many wonderful memories of the homes we have owned because I always plant the same things!

On Sunday I will be envisioning Oak Grove Assembly hosting the Easter Sunrise service in the stadium. The trumpet trio waking the sun up as the stadium is filling with people from different denominations, the organ playing "He Lives," the excitement that everything shouts EASTER! The breakfast buffet at the Tower Club, new outfits, Easter baskets and the most wonderful message of the year....Jesus is risen!

Here in Jamaica there is no outward evidence of the Easter season. There will be no drastic climate change or chocolate Easter bunnies, typical (to me) Easter flowers and blooms, white eggs to boil and color, country hams, Easter egg hunts or musicals. There is no snow to be gone or cold, chilly, rains that turn into warm spring rains. There are no restaurants clamoring for your business or sunrise services.

As a matter of fact, last week there was no mention of Palm Sunday in the church we attended. There were no children running down the aisle, waving palms to the choir singing Hosanna! The pastor spoke of Mary and the Christmas story!

All is different when living in another country. Everything is an adjustment, especially for holidays...small sacrifice though when you are right where God wants you!

In Jamaica, churches traditionally have a Good Friday service in the morning and on Easter the churches are full. And that wonderful message is shared again...Jesus is risen!

There are food traditions of course, like bammy (a cassava fried biscuit type thing) and fish, chicken and rice and peas. But something I have seen in plenty this week is Easter bun! It is yummy! Many eat it with cheese.


Easter Bun

1 can evaporated milk
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
2 tablespoons melted butter
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 pound all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon mixed spice
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1 tablespoon browning (liquid)
1/2 cup mixed fruits

1.Combine milk and sugar over low heat until sugar is dissolved. Whisk in eggs and butter to the heated milk.
2.Combine all dry ingredients. Slowly add both mixtures and mix well.
3.Pour batter into a lined bread tin and bake for 30 minutes at 350 degrees.
4.Decrease the temp to 325 degrees and bake 30 more minutes until skewer comes out clean.
5.Cool for 20 minutes before slicing.
6. Slice and put a piece of cheese in between 2 slices!

Easter is my favorite time of year! In 1948 my daddy was saved on Easter when he was 12 years old. I often ponder if he hadn't been sensitive to God's call on that Easter day, what would my life look like today. I have a feeling it would have turned out radically different. Did the pastor know that Jimmy was going to give his heart to the Lord that day? Did the pastor know Jimmy was going to have 5 children and besides those children influence hundreds of other children through teaching and ministering in churches? Did the pastor know that Easter day in 1948 that because of Jimmy's dedication to Christ, the risen Savior, that hundreds of little girls lives would be changed through Missionettes? Did the pastor know that Bible college students in Spain and Jamacia would be influenced and people's lives be changed by the gospel?

Of course the answer to those questions is No! You just never know about the crowd that comes to church on Easter! From the smallest child to the oldest guest....God is working and prompting and saving and the ripple effect is great! Oh I love Easter!

Thanks Daddy for giving your heart to the Lord that Easter day in 1948 and raising me like you did...I am so grateful! So am I missing my son, family traditions, chocolate bunnies, jelly beans and American Church...you bet! Am I missing the message of Easter...no way! I will be hearing it one more time and being grateful that we have a story to tell to the nations.

Happy Easter!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

It's the little things!


Why is technique so critical to mastering just about anything? Performance is so much fun, it's the practicing I don't like! Can you just hear that coming out of every home that has an artist of some sort in it!

Yesterday I had a little glimpse of learning technique. Of course at this stage in the game it wasn't the first time I had a ring side seat! Yesterday was watch night for Renee's dance class. I have experienced alot of "dance watch nights" since Renee was 4 and each time I watch I am intrigued. Dance is one of those things I wish had been available in my town growing up! I think that I would have loved it. I love to dance, of course no one will ever see it. It is something I do when no one is watching! But if I could grow up in more recent times dance would have been my sport of choice.

But like anything, if you don't grasp the technique you won't master the recital. Why is technique so very important? I don't buy into the concept that practice makes perfect. I say, practice makes consistent. What you do in the practice time you will do when it matters, if it is good technique, good performance, if bad technique, bad performance. Of course to the non-trained eye, it all looks good especially when it is your baby on the stage!

Yesterday I noticed some things at dance class. Rarely have I seen dancers use the bar on the performace stage. Ms. Smith grilled these girls yesterday. They worked hard off the bar. What is done on the bar will come out on performance day! Flexibility, height, free standing, leg lifts, belly in, no mercy! She demands excellence. I like Ms. Smith!






They worked solid from 4:30 till 5:30, no break. Constant motion, technique drilled into their heads. Discipline. What is really neat about dance or any discipline sport is just that. Technique requires discipline. Somehow I think the disciplines that Renee is learning through dance, art, and violin is carrying over into her studies, her Bible reading, her structure for the day. Nothing wrong with that!

Technique is:

1. the nitty gritty! Who likes to practice over and over one little measure, one little step, one little thing that is not even part of the performance routine yet because of the technique the jump is higher, the legs are stronger, the arms are higher.

2. is the "stuff" you do FOR performance day but not necesarily ON performance day! It's the little things that make the big things stand out. It's the small stuff that makes the big stuff great!

3. is the badgering of a teacher, a mom, a dad, a tutor, a mentor. Don't quit! Do it again! No, that wasn't right! You can do better! Whatchu thinking! Do it like this! Don't you remember how I showed you before! You have gotten off track! You are building your own template not sticking to the original one!

4. not glamourous! It is the sweat, blood and tears that make you a master at something! Technique is laborious. It is not easy. It requires all your will power.

5. defines the piece. Whether dance, music, teaching, writing, technique defines the piece. If the technique is really good, the untrained eye doesn't notice. If the technique is bad everybody notices.

6. is the difference between sloppy and precise. It can make the performace picture perfect.










Denny told the children when they were small and still tells them today, details determine destiny. The details of life are related to the technique. How you work on something till you get it! Indeed you can go through life in a sloppy manner and not have the life you dreamed or you can work on technique and consistency and have a successful life, but more than success, the ability to know inside that you worked really hard on the details, the technique and you can be proud!

Well just some lessons I learned at dance yesterday, now 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8... I better get going on my "stuff!" The "stuff" no one sees but literally pays off in the end!



Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Get your Green on!

Today was always a big day in my house growing up! Mom decorates for every holiday, even the small ones! Everything green came out of the attic! When I was in school, you wouldn't think of not wearing green to school! If you forgot and arrived at school without your green you found a crayon for your pocket or a piece of string to tie to your finger. It could be the worst day of your life! Getting pinched for not wearing green! I remember when my classmates would say "I have green on, you just can't see it!I have on green underwear! That was never a good enough answer! No mercy! If it's not where you can see it, you get the pinch..numerous ones! Then you became a marked person throughout the entire school!

The first St. Patty's day parade was in New York City on March 17, 1762. The Irish soldiers serving in the English military started it. In 1848, the New York Irish Aid Societies united to form one big parade. Today it is the world's oldest civilian parade with over 150,000 participants. It takes more than five hours to complete the parade walk.




The Chicago River is dyed green every year for St. Patrick's Day. It is still a mystery how "they" do it, but it is pretty cool!




When Ry and Renee were small, I would make everything that I was serving for dinner green! Things like green applesauce, green pizza dough, green cake frosting, green table cloth, green napkins, green koolaid, along with the green vegetables. Always fun!

Interestingly though, Saint Patrick wasn't catholic (like he looks in his robe) or Irish! He was actually born into a Christian family in Britain in the fourth century. Although his father and grandfather were Christians, Patrick didn't know God on a personal level.

When Patrick was 16, Irish raiders captured him and he became a slave in Ireland. There he tended sheep and had ample time for reflection. For six long years he endured being a slave and one night in a dream, God directed him to escape. He made it back home to Britain and then later on felt called to go back to Ireland as a missionary. He went through hardship, imprisonment, and narrowly escaped martyrdom. But the message he preached was salvation. His education was limited, but his message was strong. He was a Christian and was a strong preacher. Thousands came to faith under his ministry.



I have copied his letter to Coroticus below. Take a read. It is very interesting.

Letter To Coroticus

"I, Patrick, a sinner, unlearned, resident in Ireland, declare myself to be a bishop. Most assuredly I believe that what I am I have received from God. And so I live among barbarians, a stranger and exile for the love of God. He is witness that this is so. Not that I wished my mouth to utter anything so hard and harsh; but I am forced by the zeal for God; and the truth of Christ has wrung it from me, out of love for my neighbors and sons for whom I gave up my country and parents and my life to the point of death. If I be worthy, I live for my God to teach the heathen, even though some may despise me.

With my own hand I have written and composed these words, to be given, delivered, and sent to the soldiers of Coroticus; I do not say, to my fellow citizens, or to fellow citizens of the holy Romans, but to fellow citizens of the demons, because of their evil works. Like our enemies, they live in death, allies of the Scots and the apostate Picts. Dripping with blood, they welter in the blood of innocent Christians, whom I have begotten into the number for God and confirmed in Christ!

The day after the newly baptized, anointed with chrism, in white garments (had been slain) — the fragrance was still on their foreheads when they were butchered and slaughtered with the sword by the above-mentioned people — I sent a letter with a holy presbyter whom I had taught from his childhood, clerics accompanying him, asking them to let us have some of the booty, and of the baptized they had made captives. They only jeered at them . Hence I do not know what to lament more: those who have been slain, or those whom they have taken captive, or those whom the devil has mightily ensnared. Together with him they will be slaves in Hell in an eternal punishment; for who commits sin is a slave and will be called a son of the devil.

Wherefore let every God-fearing man know that they are enemies of me and of Christ my God, for whom I am an ambassador. Parricide! fratricide! ravening wolves that "eat the people of the Lord as they eat bread!" As is said, "the wicked, O Lord, have destroyed Thy law," which but recently He had excellently and kindly planted in Ireland, and which had established itself by the grace of God.

I make no false claim. I share in the work of those whom He called and predestinated to preach the Gospel amidst grave persecutions unto the end of the earth, even if the enemy shows his jealousy through the tyranny of Coroticus, a man who has no respect for God nor for His priests whom He chose, giving them the highest, divine, and sublime power, that whom "they should bind upon earth should be bound also in Heaven."

Wherefore, then, I plead with you earnestly, ye holy and humble of heart, it is not permissible to court the favor of such people, nor to take food or drink with them, nor even to accept their alms, until they make reparation to God in hardships, through penance, with shedding of tears, and set free the baptized servants of God and handmaids of Christ, for whom He died and was crucified.

"The Most High disapproves the gifts of the wicked ...He that offers sacrifice of the goods of the poor, is as one that sacrifices the son in the presence of his lather. The riches, it is written, which he has gathered unjustly, shall be vomited up from his belly; the angel of death drags him away, by the fury of dragons he shall be tormented, the viper's tongue shall kill him, unquenchable fire devours him." And so — "woe to those who fill themselves with what is not their own;" or, "What does it profit a man that he gains the whole world, and suffers the loss of his own soul?

It would be too tedious to discuss and set forth everything in detail, to gather from the whole Law testimonies against such greed. Avarice is a deadly sin. "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's s goods." "Thou shalt not kill." A murderer cannot be with Christ. "Whosoever hates his brother is accounted a murderer." Or, "he that loves not his brother abides in death." How much more guilty is he that has stained his hands with blood of the sons of God whom He has of late purchased in the utmost part of the earth through the call of our littleness!

Did I come to Ireland without God, or according to the flesh? Who compelled me? I am bound by the Spirit not to see any of my kinsfolk. Is it of my own doing that I have holy mercy on the people who once took me captive and made away with the servants and maids of my father's house? I was freeborn according to the flesh. I am the son of a decurion. But I sold my noble rank I am neither ashamed nor sorry for the good of others. Thus I am a servant in Christ to a foreign nation for the unspeakable glory of life everlasting which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

And if my own people do not know me, a prophet has no honor in his own country .Perhaps we are not of the same fold and have not one and the same God as father, as is written: "He that is not with me, is against me, and he that gathers not with me, scatters." It is not right that one destroys, another builds up. I seek not the things that are mine.

It is not my grace, but God who has given this solicitude into my heart, to be one of His hunters or fishers whom God once foretold would come in the last days.

I am hated. What shall I do, Lord? I am most despised. Look, Thy sheep around me are tom to pieces and driven away, and that by those robbers, by the orders of the hostile-minded Coroticus. Far from the love of God is a man who hands over Christians to the Picts and Scots. Ravening wolves have devoured the flock of the Lord, which in Ireland was indeed growing splendidly with the greatest care; and the sons and daughters of kings were monks and virgins of Christ — I cannot count their number. Wherefore, be not pleased with the wrong done to the just; even to hell it shall not please. Who of the saints would not shudder to be merry with such persons or to enjoy a meal with them? They have filled their houses with the spoils of dead Christians, they live on plunder. They do not know, the wretches, that what they offer their friends and sons as food is deadly poison, just as Eve did not understand that it was death she gave to her husband. So are all that do evil: they work death as their eternal punishment.

This is the custom of the Roman Christians of Gaul: they send holy and able men to the Franks and other heathen with so many thousand solidi to ransom baptized captives. You prefer to kill and sell them to a foreign nation that has no knowledge of God. You betray the members of Christ as it were into a brothel. What hope have you in God, or anyone who thinks as you do, or converses with you in words of flattery? God will judge. For Scripture says: "Not only them that do evil are worthy to be condemned, but they also that consent to them."

I do not know why I should say or speak further about the departed ones of the sons of God, whom the sword has touched all too harshly. For Scripture says: "Weep with them that weep;" and again: "If one member be grieved, let all members grieve with it." Hence the Church mourns and laments her sons and daughters whom the sword has not yet slain, but who were removed and carried off to faraway lands, where sin abounds openly, grossly, impudently. There people who were freeborn have, been sold, Christians made slaves, and that, too, in the service of the abominable, wicked, and apostate Picts!

Therefore I shall raise my voice in sadness and grief — O you fair and beloved brethren and sons whom I have begotten in Christ, countless of number, what can I do you for? I am not worthy to come to the help of God or men. The wickedness of the wicked hath prevailed over us. We have been made, as it were, strangers. Perhaps they do not believe that we have received one and the same baptism, or have one and the same God as Father. For them it is a disgrace that we are Irish. Have ye not, as is written, one God? Have ye, every one of you, forsaken his neighbor?

Therefore I grieve for you, I grieve, my dearly beloved. But again, I rejoice within myself. I have not labored for nothing, and my journeying abroad has not been in vain. And if this horrible, unspeakable crime did happen — thanks be to God, you have left the world and have gone to Paradise as baptized faithful. I see you: you have begun to journey where night shall be no more, nor mourning, nor death; but you shall leap like calves loosened from their bonds, and you shall tread down the wicked, and they shall be ashes under your feet.

You then, will reign with the apostles, and prophets, and martyrs. You will take possession of an eternal kingdom, as He Himself testifies, saying: "They shall come from the east and from the west, and shall sit down with Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven." "Without are dogs, and sorcerers,... and murderers; and liars and perjurers have their portion in the pool of everlasting fire." Not without reason does the Apostle say: "Where the just man shall scarcely be saved, where shall the sinner and ungodly transgressor of the law find himself?"

Where, then, will Coroticus with his criminals, rebels against Christ, where will they see themselves, they who distribute baptized women as prizes — for a miserable temporal kingdom, which will pass away in a moment? As a cloud or smoke that is dispersed by the wind, so shall the deceitful wicked perish at the presence of the Lord; but the just shall feast with great constancy with Christ, they shall judge nations, and rule over wicked kings for ever and ever. Amen.

I testify before God and His angels that it will be so as He indicated to my ignorance. It is not my words that I have set forth in Latin, but those of God and the apostles and prophets, who have never lied. "He that believes shall be saved; but he that believes not shall be condemned," God hath spoken.

I ask earnestly that whoever is a willing servant of God be a carrier of this letter, so that on no account it be suppressed or hidden by anyone, but rather be read before all the people, and in the presence of Coroticus himself. May God inspire them sometime to recover their senses for God, repenting, however late, their heinous deeds — murderers of the brethren of the Lord! — and to set free the baptized women whom they took captive, in order that they may deserve to live to God, and be made whole, here and in eternity! Be peace to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. Amen."


Today when you see things that are related to St. Patrick's day you may think of the history of the day.

Oh and just for childhood memory sake....put your green on!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

ITALY.....Dire Addio!

This is it! This blog series has been so much fun! I learned some cool things about Italy and I really enjoyed envisioning where you were each day. You make my life so much fun...as a matter of fact you always have!



Funny most of our memories involve performance, ministry, music in one way or the other! My goodness in a matter of 6 days you saw John Mayer live and Italy too!








Here are some things I learned about Italy in the last couple of weeks:

~Don't try to outrun the police in Lazio, they drive Lamborghini's!

~Italians eat on average, 66 pounds of pasta and 60 liters of wine per year and a half a pound of bread per day!

~Opera is an Italian creation.

~Italy is slightly larger than Arizona.

~Italy borders Austria, France, Slovenia and Switzerland.

~The famous children's story, Pinocchio, was written by an Italian!

~The piano hails from Italy.

~Cologne came from Italy (in the region of Campania) Roses were a main ingredient.

~Eyeglasses are an Italian invention.

~The colors of the Italian flag represent hope, faith, and love,green, white and red.


Well my wonderful first born, so ends the Italy blogs. It has been fun!
You bless me so much. When you cross the ocean be prepared to tell me everything! I can't wait to see your photos and hear your experience.



Now I think I will go take a nap before I go looking for some more "boot" images of Italy! I am beat. I figured it out the other day. When I am going to sleep, you are waking up so I would pray for your new day. When I am going through my day, I am praying for your evening and your rest. When I go to bed at midnight, it was already 6 a.m in Italy so my mind couldn't rest, then I would wake at 3 a.m and it is already 9:00 where you are so I couldn't let time fly by and not pray, so the rest of my night I was awake! So you see, when you are on another time zone I am praying night and day!

At this moment you are crossing the ocean! I am praying for safe travel, protected bags, renewed strength, God speed, and memories to last a lifetime.

Arrivederci.....or maybe I'll just say g'nite!