We are sitting in the Frankfurt airport awaiting our flight to Addis Abba. We are grateful for a few hours of sleep. I spent the periods between the naps praying that our luggage would make it to Addis with us. I'd be happy to wear my favorite pair of shorts and comfortable polo for the whole trip but we have 4 75lb duffle bags packed with things for the orphanage. It's the stuff we take for granted, like shoes and underwear. In the pictures of our son, he is wearing no socks and sandals too big for him. We solve that in Houston by driving 10 minutes to Stride Rite. After praying and thinking this way through the night, I woke up and read through Romans 8 and 2 Timothy 2. Our spiritual reality before our adoption was much worse than cold feet and bad shoes. We were slaves. Slaves to a master who desired to annihilate us. Thanks be to Him who adopted us as sons. He who adopted us calls us to live purposeful lives for His glory, like soldiers, farmers and athletes that Paul gives as an illustration (2 Tim 2). God grant us the strength to do as you call!
His,
jb
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