How we Celebrated the Fourth

Well, we drive. That's how we celebrate. That's all we've done today.

We are in St. Joseph, Missouri. We had a good, hot meal from Applebee's and spent a lot of time sliding down the slide in the indoor water park that's in our hotel. . . and all of that makes me feel kind of guilty. Guilty because I know that I left kids who won't have a meal in their belly tonight. Guilty because I went to a young man's house in Manderson. . . oh, wait, it wasn't a house. . . it was a tarp. Guilty because I can drive away from the poverty and the desperation, and the hundreds of people we ministered to this week can't even drive down the road. Guilty because I can go home to a husband who loves and wants to stay married to me and won't leave me. . . when I know that I've just talked with women who have babies simply to increase the size of their welfare check.

I know this is normal. I want to be with my family again and be in my house again and cook my own meals again. I just don't want to forget where I've been. And I hope Micah doesn't forget either.

We will be writing more tomorrow night when we arrive home. I have many stories to tell. I have hope to share.

Pray for us as we travel home tomorrow. We're all tired, but GOD has been so good to us this week. Thank you for your prayers. . . God moved mightily this week.

Blessings,
Sarah & Micah

P.S. I hope YOU enjoyed your Fourth of July and were able to celebrate all the freedoms we have.