She'll be pulling that gigantic suitcase, almost as big as she is and also nearly as heavy, right up to the counter at the airport. She'll insist on carrying it all herself, because, it's going to be her pack to pull on the trip. Her face will be beautiful as always, but red and splotchy from the tears she's been shedding off and on all evening, and I am sure will start again tomorrow.
Her sister and I will be the only family there to send her off. Dad might make it, if work allows. But mainly, just us. As it always was before. I am sending away the fraction of the person I gave back to God in September....He whittles away at who I made her into while He has her to Himself. I am eager to see who that person is when she comes back. More of Him, so much less (thankfully) of me, or even of her. All for him.
I know this is what she wants, what He wants, what he wants, and what I want. (Don't get me started on my mom.) And God proved to me in a big way this weekend that...God has this. He's all over it. This is somewhere he is leading all of these kids. Mine happens to be one of them.
This breaks a barrier though, as well. While I have served in Mexico before, I am the only one in our household to have served in a missions sense outside of our country. K's trip blows mine away in every regard. (It's not a competition, more of an observation of the moving of the barrier. "God has taken us this far...how far will we go next time?")
Anyway...time for bed. Thankfully, I think she and I will sleep well tonight. I did momentarily consider sleeping with her....but I love her enough to give her a good night's sleep before she leaves!!!
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