I finally went to sleep at 1:30AM. The alarm went off at 3:45AM. I dashed out to the car and stepped in a huge puddle. Had to use a detour to get to the airport because a tree was blocking route 1. It was still pouring when I parked my car.
I am almost 61, the 50 lb bags are starting to feel like 80 lbs. I don't like sleeping in airports so much .
I miss my family more as two years past the earthquake I am still traveling more than I would like.
But I consider myself blessed to have this crazy life. I am grateful to have a family that supports what I do. My son took the weekend away from his wife and his very intense work load to go to a conference to help me figure out a presentation for funding for our clinics so we can continue to deliver free care to those we serve and to upgrade services.
But why do I do it? I think of all the children who are literally alive because of PID. I think of all the thousands of people we have helped, of all the wonderful people who have helped us do this. I know that this is exactly where the Lord wants me. There really is no greater joy than to lay down ones life for others.