You've arrived in Quito. I only know that because the American Airlines flight tracker says so. Your flight was delayed so I waited up, by my phone for an email or call- nothing. I tried to sleep but I couldn't very well. I was sure I'd wake up to a call or text but nothing. Quito is two hours ahead of us. I justified it with maybe they got in so late- and then had a breakfast-- and then as the day has gone on I've just wondered why-- why wouldn't they be allowed to just make a quick call- I need to know she is okay.
A member in one of the airports took this picture and texted it to me- I was so grateful!
I am not the missionary mama that calls the mission office. (not yet anyway). I want to be the missionary mama that waits on the Lord-- and I'm really trying- but as I texted Roarke and said, "I really need to know she's okay and she's there" I put down the phone and burst into tears and I felt this surge of love that I have for her-- it was like Mama bear mode and I JUST NEED TO KNOW. I know the Lord will look out for her-- so I need to trust that. I know there is so much going on with transitions and getting settled and the late flight- and I think there's a general authority coming to their mission this weekend-- but this mama right here needs to know that Hermana Miller is all right and happy. I think I just need to pray to get some peace. So I'll go do that right now.
The next day (that's an eternity in a worried mama's heart!) we got a very short email from her and I was so so grateful! So much peace flooded into me with just one little email....
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