We are back at home chilling out with some squad mates before they leave for the airport. So if you didn't notice the following paragraph is a little rough and we really don't want to change it because it will probably be one of many blogs we will post in the next year in which we will have limited time to do. During training camp they gave us timeslots of ten minutes of internet to post our blogs. Next year, we will be in many countries in which we will only have a certain amount of time to post. We meant to post a picture but didn't have time. (We are having trouble later so we will get that to you all later) With that in mind, read the following blog in the context that we this will be one of many in which we are so excited to share our story, but do not have enough time to get through everything. We will also be posting several blogs in the following weeks about our training camp experience.
Stanford is a man who we met at Walmart, of all places, yesterday. First and foremost, we have changed our route, but we will talk about that at another time. We were split into our teams amongst the individual squad. we are so excited about our team. Our teammates are…drumrole please…our teamleader, Austin, then there is Johnfrank, Abby, and Janelle. we were so excited to find out we were woking with these people and are looking forward to who will will become in Christ through each other next year.
After they announced our team, we were given the afternoon to get dinner and just hang out. We prayed and decided to head to Walmart to get Janelle's visa photos and pick up some other things. As we checked out, we realized Johnfrank was missing, so Austin went to get him. Then we couldn't find Austin so we all went over and they were talking to this man, Stanford. We had all decided beforehand that we wanted to make sure we ministered to someone while we were away from camp, but we were spoken too. Stanford spke straight into Janelle. it was so completely awesome. we definately have never been preached to in Walmart. we would have looked at anyone wierd if they had a big prayer huddle in Walmart, but slowly we are discovering how the World Race will change our definition of normal.
