A new part of the journey

Now, is the time in the journey where things start to change.  I have arrived back to what I used to call home, Brea, CA with my Mother and Step-father, Steve.   Now that I am thinking of packing things up and shipping them overseas, the room I once retreated to, slept in and enjoyed a movie or two with my feet in the reclined position is a thing of the past.  

10 Blue 25 gallon containers line the bed room in places two tall and each has a specific purpose.  Labels abound because where else would I know to look for something if it was not labeled properly?  So bedding, winter clothes, games, linens, electronic type items they each have a place.  With the move date getting closer and closer I have been trying to weed out the last items that don't need to go with me and then make sure that the NECESSITIES make it into each container as they should.   What a TON of work this is but as the process unfolds I hope to feel more and more organized and sure of what I will be able to rest upon once I get to Madagascar. 

All of this is resting on the destination port city in Madagascar, with the unrest that is going on there and the uncertainty of me even being assured the ability to get them out without having to pay a large import tax.  

I would petition each of you now to be in prayer for me as much as possible over the coming months in this area. So that the items that have been prayed over, selected and packed would actually make it overseas, to the correct destination, and then be released into my possession without much conflict, bribery or tax.