Sunday Evening

I apologize for not getting much on the prayer list today. We've been traveling all day (we're in Redding now), and will be traveling more tomorrow. I've had difficulty getting connected with Rebecca to get updates from her: I've been driving through desert and she's been in with her father.

In the meantime, I wanted to tell you something from when Judy arrived. It was kind of unusual, but I’m getting to expect that when I hang around Macphersons. Frankly some of us (mostly spelled, “some of me” perhaps) were getting a little tired of the battle (I’m really frustrated with the fact that Trevor’s down, durn it!). So I pick up Judy at San Francisco International Airport, and she’s had the flight from hell. She brought an expired passport, they think a battery she’s carrying looks like a bomb (it really does!!), she has to change planes and her luggage has been sent to Djibouti or something, and she’s really hurting physically. I’m thinking, “I’ve had enough of this crap!”, and I was frustrated, maybe discouraged if I was really honest.

Then Judy gets into the the van and it was like the weather changed. The sense I had was that a general had arrived on the field of battle – not some desk-jockey officer, but one who has won her stars on the battlefield in the thick of battle – with the intent of bringing some serious hurt to the enemy! MacArthur had returned or something.

And then I shook my head, and looked again: no, this really was Judy Macpherson, a smiling faced cherub of a grandma, who looked like she should have just come from baking chocolate chip cookies or something. What was I thinking, anyway?

Then I blinked, and I saw the warrior again. Dang. What an interesting people God has chosen, where grandmas wear combat boots and carry machine guns into battle, and the enemy shrinks away in fear! Pretty cool, eh?

I'll post more as soon as I know more. In the meantime, thanks again for praying!