Our trip beginnings

I wish I could tell you that it was a picture some day as we flew off to Africa to pick up our little darlings, but it was not. First of all I had one hour of sleep the night before as I packed weighted luggage and repacked and reweighed, the process of getting the six pieces of luggage (including carry-ons) the right weight was likened to the Rubik's cube for me. And to you older night owls out there, you know the later it gets the more dementia sets in. As we drove away from our lovely home, we had asked our 20 year old soon to be 21 year old son to be in charge. I hoped he would keep everything running smoothly, but I had my doubts, he is after all a 20 year old and he just doesn't think like mom?:0 We get to Chicago and I decided to ask Jeff then, "Did you do the math on how much money we need for the trip?" He informs me that he has plenty of time to double check,and thinks we are fine. Thinks we are fine???? I suggest he better start double checking now, too late... time to get on plane to head to DC. When we get to DC he and I eat supper as he rechecks the math, he slowly begins to realize that he has not multiplied some things by 4 (for 4 children) and did not add some other things in and now it looks like we are short a couple thousand dollars. What?! You've got to be kidding me? It's now almost 9:00P.M. and no banks are open, and we have no way to get that much money. Can I be really honest here? I was soooo upset with my husband, I was tired, stressed about leaving our family,going to pick up children we have never met, going to a country where you really can't use a credit card, and not enough money to pay for things. I wished I could have passed this test and said, "In everything give thanks for this is the will of God", but I did not pass the test. It took several hours, and my sister praying for me to let go of my husband's mistake. I still had this lingering fear that we might not have enough, every time we needed money for something. It's strange now that I look back, because that's how most of the people live in Africa. But I didn't want to live like that, but why didn't I? Fear .... why does it always come back to that stinkin fear thing? It's always the thing that keeps me from trusting in my Heavenly Father.

Cindy