I am happy to say that around 50 complete outfits (minus shoes) have been packed successfully for the orphans in Zimbabwe, as well as several extra items I was able to squeeze into any little space I could find. Today I thought of about a million things I should be taking with me, but both of my bags are right at their weight limit, so I will trust that what God placed on my heart to take originally will be a blessing.
Doobie begged me to squeeze him in, but I convinced him he needed to stay here and keep my bed nice and warm for when I return. (In reality, he really is stressing out. He has learned what suitcases mean, and he is stuck to me like glue. I am taking volunteers to come cuddle with him while I am away.)
I also had an unexpected stop today...at the doctor. I have had a chest cold and sore throat for a week now, and decided today that before I leave I had better make sure it wasn't anything that needed prescription meds.
They squeezed me in with a nurse practitioner, whom I had never met. I explained to her that I am usually not such a baby, and wouldn't usually go to the doctor for something so simple, but that I was leaving the country and didn't want to be sick my whole time in Africa. She then excitingly told me that she had just returned from Kenya on Sunday.
She told me about her medical missions that she takes regularly to Africa, and we became BFFs just like that. I turned into one of those patients that people hate, because you can hear their murmered drawn out conversation with the doctor while you wait patiently dying in the next room. We also discussed our overseas illnesses, and her goal in life instantly became to keep me (or make me) healthy and well for the next three weeks.
I can't help but look at this picture and feel like a paranoid over-medicated American snob, but I admit I already feel better after she drugged me up. I honestly came home and made a chart of the meds, with my schedule in California time, and then in Zimbabwe time.
All this to say, I am ready to go. Like, now.
It is a bit of a long story, but I just want to say that this week God's faithfulness, as well as Satan's schemes, have become apparently clear. God wants me in Zimbabwe, and Satan does not, but it's too bad for him, cause God wins. And I would like you to know that your prayers and encouragement have played a big part in this journey, and in speaking God's truth into my life. So, again, because I cannot say it enough, Thank you.
P.S. I need an entertaining, not too intense, but preferably meaningful book to read on the plane. Suggestions very welcome.