Everything was going great......near perfect again with our ministry partners, that will be helping us train, flying in from North Dakota, Texas, Illinois and Georgia, arriving on time at the Albuquerque Airport for our Project Leader Training in Bloomfield, New Mexico this weekend.  As we pulled up curbside at the airport to pick them up, I noticed that I was parking in a "Fire Zone" but didn't think much of it since we were only going to be parked there a few minutes.  As we loaded their luggage into the two vehicles, I noticed that I had a "missed call" on my phone.  I didn't recognized the number so I quickly hit redial, hoping to find out who had called me before everyone had their luggage loaded and were ready to go.  Quickly, quickly went out the window, as after several rings I heard "Dupont Hospital" on the other end of the line. 

 

OK, why would Dupont Hospital be calling me????????  As I contemplated that question, I observed the security guard eyeing me and I watched our other vehicle filled with the guys pull away from the curb.  This has got to be spiritual warfare I told myself.  Just chill and figure out what is going on.  Sorry, I told the ladies that were riding with me, I've got to make a call.  I quickly called my mom and began to quiz her on the status of everyone in the family.  She was fine but didn't know about anyone else.  "Would you call everyone for me and see if they are OK?" I asked her.  "Absolutely," she said.  I hung up and everyone jumped in the van.  I pulled away in pursuit of our lead vehicle.

 

Now here is the part where I have really grown in my faith walk with the Lord.  Normally I would have been freaking out, imagining all kinds of horrible things that had happened to my family that would warrant a call from Dupont Hospital.  But, and I am almost embarassed to admit this, I forgot all about it as the four of us ladies began chatting about the projects we have lead, our experiences on the mission field, things we had in common, etc.  We were really having a great conversation and were getting to know each other when my phone rang.  Yep, it was my mom reporting that three of the kids were fine, but she hadn't been able to contact my husband, Rick or Jared, my youngest son.  "Oh, they're at basketball practice," I told her confidently.  "The call had to be a wrong number."  Spiritual warfare timed at just the critical time of pick-up at the airport with the intention of rattling me.  Sorry, Satan, it didn't work.  Ha!

 

After spending the night at the BIC Base and several hours this morning at the local Wal Mart shopping with the ladies for groceries, I headed out late this afternoon for a 4 1/2 hour drive to NAOMI House in Joseph City, Arizona to pick up a couple of Navajo teens that will be joining us for training.  Before I left I heard several people say, "There is a snow storm heading this way tonight."  OK, here we go again.  As I drove south towards Joseph City, I forgot all about the spiritual warfare that was intended to rattle me again.  I had a wonderful drive; singing along to my CDs, admiring the beautiful scenery, talking with a Ministry Development Rep in Jersey about a summer project and talking with my hubby about each of our days.  It was a great trip.

 

As I pulled into the NAOMI House driveway, I realized just how wonderful it is to not let Satan get the upper hand, to "lay it all down" at the feet of Jesus, to so surrender that I never once thought about the predicted snow storm.  I've really come a long way in my "faith walk".  I'm enjoying letting the Lord go before me, setting "straight my path" (Proverbs 3:6).  The truth is really sinking deep into my heart......nothing is about me......it's all about Jesus......which translates for me-----don't stress over ANYTHING!  God is way more in control than I am so why even go there?  I am relaxing and enjoying this ride that God has me on........this mission journey of developing relationships and sharing lives with American Indians here in Arizona and New Mexico.  To God Be The Glory!