He's off!

After months of waiting, weeks of final planning, and days of final scrambling, Mark and his friend David are finally up in the air, soaring across the US to the east coast on their way to their final destination: Chisinau, Moldova. We got up early this morning, leaving the house a little after 7 am. Traffic was incredibly good--Tim said it was because it was a Friday and most Twin Citians flee the metro area for the northwoods on the weekend--but I like to think that God was paving a way for us to our destination.

We got to the airport, parked with no problem, got on the tram with no problem (although next time I think we'll do short term parking rather than general--short-term is cheaper) and arrived at the ticket counter. NO LINE. The friendly agent took time to answer my silly questions and even showed the boys a map of the airport in Philadelphia so they can easily find their connecting flight to Frankfurt. (They have to catch a shuttle bus and head to the other end of the airport.)

We watched them go through security )I think Mark had to take off his belt) and then they disappeared on the other side, heading for the E concourse. They had 1 1/2 hours before their flight was to leave, so Tim and I headed out. I tracked their flight--it departed almost 30 minutes late, but took off from Minneapolis and should arrive in plenty of time for them to catch their next flight.

Now they are in God's hands. I can call, e-mail, and track their flight, but most importantly, I will pray. My 17-year-old is off on his first airplane trip with a 19-year-old who has never flown before either. But they are both believers in Christ and responsible young men (for the most part). I'm sure they'll be home before we know it--and in the meantime--what an adventure they'll have!

Till next time,


Suzi