Stolen for a good cause?
So, right now I should be writing from Florida, where Susan and I were to be researching the Meringa Tree in Ft. Myers before Missionary Ventures International's Orientation next Monday... except that I'm in Zambia still.
Why?
Well, on Sunday afternoon, the day before we were to fly out, as we were having lunch, Susan's purse was stolen. In it was her passport, every form of identification she owned, all her money, a few thousand dollars of money for the Malnutrition Program that we would be passing on in an hour's time, ipod, glasses, credit cards... basically everything. :)
The interesting thing was that she was sandwiched in between two of our friends with purses easily accessible and they were not targeted. There was no way the thief could have known she had so much money in her purse and Susan's foot was on her purse almost the whole meal. Even my purse would have been easier to steal off the back of my chair.
This whole time I have felt like it was not a coincidence that it was Susan's purse. She's the one more ready to go than I (I have Mr. Motorcycle to leave behind). But, I felt like there was something behind this delay.
Monday morning Susan went to the Embassy and I went to do last minute errands with Mr. Motorcycle. The plan was to meet at the airport as they thought they could get a passport for her first thing and she might still make the flight. Well, the Embassy was out of passport covers and couldn't make her a passport! So, she went to reschedule her flight and was able to reschedule mine, too, without a problem. Which is good because I didn't want her flying with extra money in case she needed it!
So, we have a flight scheduled for next Monday and the Embassy is supposed to get passports tomorrow.
And, you know what? We had already tied up all ministry, we were all ready to go. So, now we are relaxing! Incredible. (Susan keeps saying she's bored!) It takes a stolen purse to get us to take a breather. This is the rest we needed so much but we unable to take for ourselves.
At first I thought maybe it was Satan's attack, but I actually think it may be God's plan to restore us.
...And it gave me two more days with Mr. Motorcycle before our 3+ month separation.
Why?
Well, on Sunday afternoon, the day before we were to fly out, as we were having lunch, Susan's purse was stolen. In it was her passport, every form of identification she owned, all her money, a few thousand dollars of money for the Malnutrition Program that we would be passing on in an hour's time, ipod, glasses, credit cards... basically everything. :)
The interesting thing was that she was sandwiched in between two of our friends with purses easily accessible and they were not targeted. There was no way the thief could have known she had so much money in her purse and Susan's foot was on her purse almost the whole meal. Even my purse would have been easier to steal off the back of my chair.
This whole time I have felt like it was not a coincidence that it was Susan's purse. She's the one more ready to go than I (I have Mr. Motorcycle to leave behind). But, I felt like there was something behind this delay.
Monday morning Susan went to the Embassy and I went to do last minute errands with Mr. Motorcycle. The plan was to meet at the airport as they thought they could get a passport for her first thing and she might still make the flight. Well, the Embassy was out of passport covers and couldn't make her a passport! So, she went to reschedule her flight and was able to reschedule mine, too, without a problem. Which is good because I didn't want her flying with extra money in case she needed it!
So, we have a flight scheduled for next Monday and the Embassy is supposed to get passports tomorrow.
And, you know what? We had already tied up all ministry, we were all ready to go. So, now we are relaxing! Incredible. (Susan keeps saying she's bored!) It takes a stolen purse to get us to take a breather. This is the rest we needed so much but we unable to take for ourselves.
At first I thought maybe it was Satan's attack, but I actually think it may be God's plan to restore us.
...And it gave me two more days with Mr. Motorcycle before our 3+ month separation.
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