Oh It Wasn't Luck

Though it still feels a bit surreal I have actually arrived at my final destination in Wales. I honestly feel as if I have stepped out into a storybook with the Welsh countryside and little villages. Hopefully, I'll be able to get some pictures up here for you all to see.

The traveling yesterday was rather uneventful, which I am always reminded is typically what you want when traveling. I left LP yesterday morning around 9:30 and made my way to Orlando with my parents. After eating my final American meal (Chick-fil-a) I was taken to the airport, where the gracious airline attendent allowed my overweight bag admittance without any extra fees or rearranging. Upon arrival I met up with both the missionary whom I am living with, Dottie, and the other summer intern, Rachel. Our flight out of Charlotte ended up being delayed so it gave Dottie time to brief Rachel and I on the immigration process since the laws have changed and neither of us were able to obtain visas. We were reminded once again to say were students coming to see the sights and she gave us some ideas of what other questions might be asked of us while going through immigration to get into the U.K. The flight to London was long, but I was able to read some, watch a TV show, and get some much needed sleep.

But arrival into London reminded me once again about the power of prayer and God is faithful in things that He calls us to do for His glory. I had been praying on the plane that God would get us through and I knew many others both in the US and in Wales were praying the same thing. But I have to say that I was rather nervous as we were waiting to be called be the immigration officers. We were called up by a woman who had just opened her booth and the questions immediately began rolling. I still am not convinced we gave her the answered she was looking for, but with a stern warming that next time we needed visas she said it was our lucky day and stamped our passports and let go into the country.

When she said it was our lucky day my mind retuned to something which was said to me on Sunday by a woman at my church. After the service she came up to me and wished me luck on my trip, and then said, "No wait. You don't need luck; you need prayer!" I realized it was not luck which got us into the country, but rather prayer. God hears the prayers of His children. Seeing this prayer be answered excites me about what will take place over the course of the next two months, but it also encourages me to continue to place my hope in Christ because He is faithful in His answers.

Thank you all so much for your prayers. They are cherished more than words can express. And please continue to keep me in your prayers as well as Rachel as we start jumping into things tomorrow. And also please let me know if there are things that I can be praying for about either in LP or wherever you are this summer.

I am stoked about being here. The people who I met so far are simply amazing and I cannot wait to get to know the kids and the youth.

May the love of Christ increase in each of you as you serve Him wherever He has placed you this summer. To Him be all the glory.