Joy in the journey

It's been the little things over the past year that have gained momentum and served to confirm to us that Bolivia is where we're meant to be. The latest example of this came upon our visit to Glasgow Airport yesterday.

The Lord had already been at work over the past weeks, supplying a generous gift from our friends at church to help cover the costs of the extra bags we'd be carrying (with a rule of one-suitcase-per-passenger, we would have to pay for another two suitcases plus two musical instruments). However, as we placed each case upon the airport scales, the excess weight came to around 20kg -- effectively another case! In these times, when airlines are fighting tooth and nail for every last penny they can muster, we had every right to expect a whopping charge. But God had other plans! Responding to Craig's mum's exhoration, we prayed hard to ourselves as the final case was weighed. And moments later, we were pointed in the direction of our gate, no questions asked.

Inevitably, as we parted from Craig's family, the tears flowed. But the sadness we all felt upon our separation was married with a joyful assurance of God's perfect will.