part 2 of our trip here was great. we drove a few hours to a place we call "the grandparents". the whole drive there i thought of all the conversations P and i used to have. i didn't know that this place would mean so much to me, but i felt more at home there than i did where i first went. how i miss him. this place is just not the same without him, but at the same time i feel a sense of peace that i know only the Lord can give.
with the "grandparents" we went to the beach that we used to go on for vacationing. that was a great addition to our trip and meant a whole lot more than i thought it would.
part 3 of our journey started with the arrival of M&B. they arrived sunday. monday along with T, K and B, i went back to the hospital that P passed away in. that was i think the hardest part of this trip. we prayed before going up to the ICU. i had such awful vivid memories of the place and as we walked into the ICU, we all cried. we sat in the waiting room and i just looked at the spot where i sat with K and A before i saw P alive for the last time, wondering "what happened?". then T talked to the head nurse for permission to go into the room before entering the actual ICU part. the Lord was gracious in granting us this, i just thought how they would think it was such a bizzare request. all four of us walked in... it was so painful and freeing all at the same time. we stood there crying... praying... singing... thank you girls for coming with me and walking me through that part of the journey.
two more days and we get on a plane, actually a few planes, to get back home.
there is so much God is working in my heart here. please pray as we journey back to the states. pray for A as we have to say good-bye again.
thank you for your support and encouragment, prayer and love.
