Saturday, May 4, 2013

Up up and away!!


Mkhombokati, here we come!
 
At 6am, the Swazi 2013 team of 20 shuffled in to the very bright Delta terminal. The Logistics Committee (thank you Karen, Matt and Anand!) set about their weighing, bagging, tagging, herding, documenting and distributing in their extremely prepared and incredibly organized fashion.
 
We thank God for His provision in answering our prayer to waive baggage fees and watched 41 bags, each painstakingly packed to exactly 50 pounds, roll down the conveyor belt free of charge. (Now we pray that we will see all 41 of those bags again!)
 
We deeply appreciate those from our Capital community that came to the airport to support us and cover us in prayer so early this morning. Thank you. We know we fly on the wings of the power of prayer on this mission. (If anyone reading would like a copy of our specific Prayer Request document, please email compassion@capitalchurch.com.)
 
As I write, we’re all buddied-up on the plane for leg one of our journey, the “quick” flight to Chicago. Energy is high amidst the babble and banter. I'm thankful listening to the drum of cards shuffling, magazines pages flipping, books being cracked open and team members laughing and chatting.
 
And yet we are all aware that our minds and hearts are with Thanduxolo. We learned late yesterday that Thanduxolo, one of our CarePoint children, is in a fight for his life. He has been ill for some time and is in emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction this very moment. He is eight years old. This sweet child is a favorite of our 2012 team. They vividly remember him carrying and caring for his younger sibling (he cannot attend school). Join us in asking God for a miracle. A fund has been set up to raise the money needed to cover his surgery. If you would like to donate, click here: https://secure3.convio.net/chc/site/Donation2?3040.donation=form1&df_id=3040
And please, please pray.
 
And now, although my grand plan is to not sleep on this flight, I am being inevitably lulled to sleep by the hum of the engine. I’m a sleeper. It’s just how I roll. And fly.

Tara