on waving goodbye...

Today my husband left for a mission trip in Brazil. Two weeks in the Amazon Interior. Thirty-six hours up the Rio Negro by boat.

Yeah, I'm not worried a bit.

Okay, a little bit.

Actually, I'll miss him terribly (especially while lugging boxes and sorting out our personal effects in a new (old) house). But I believe he's going on God's errands. And while I did strongly (lovingly) forbid him to go swimming with any piranhas, or swing from any rainforest vines - I choose to put his safety in God's hands.

Besides, he's done trips like this before. He's an old pro.

He'll be fine.

I hope.