A gal approached us after church on Easter Sunday and commented on how much she enjoyed seeing the love we share – watching me hold Zoe and Sandi rest his hand on my back. What a compliment!

Her friend over heard me telling someone our plans for Africa and commented that she had some money in her wallet that she was waiting to give to someone, but so far it had never “felt right”. Until now. Just sitting there in the meeting area of this little Baptist church, she hands me another huge confirmation of God’s call on us to go. And both she and her friend joined our prayer team. Praise God for yet more confirmation!

At the end of that week, Slick traveled to Florida to teach at the fifth evangelism training seminar held by Fellowship of Christian Athletes – Endurance. I drove the trailer down the big hill to Denver to meet him when he returned. As I approached the trailer to park it in our spot at the camp ground, I had a flashback to Wichita Falls, TX – the same tire had the same grease slung out from its center. Rather than call Slick, I just sent him a wordless picture text from my phone. I felt as if the angels had again transported our rolling home, preventing what could have been a very ugly accident.

The delay caused by fixing the trailer allowed both Slick and Zoe to get medical help for their colds, which had now stretched on for several weeks. But nevertheless, the end of the day found us just outside of Cisco, UT, (temptingly near Moab) where ceaseless winds unhindered by the flat, barren terrain rocked us to sleep. We had successfully made it out of Colorado, despite powerful potential excuses to stay.

Prayers for traveling mercies have been answered with a resounding “yes!” as we’ve rolled smoothly through Utah and a corner of Arizona into Las Vegas. High, snowy mountains gave way to cacti and Joshua trees as we continued south to Phoenix after visiting several friends in Nevada. In a few days, we’ll wind our way up into the desert mountains of southern New Mexico to spend some time with a supporting church and many friends from our first home together just east of White Sands National Monument.

As we sped down some interstate, I looked over to see Zoe holding up a fist at me. I was thrilled! Had anyone else done that, I’ve been threatened, but Zoe was asking me for milk – she could only manage half the sign, but it was a beautiful effort with which I gladly complied. After all those miles, it’s still the little things that turn living into life!

Slick & Zoe snowshoe up the face of Vail Mountain