"Oooooo oooooh, We're halfway there..."

Ooooo ooooh, we're living on a prayer...

Okay, I'm being a little silly.  But seriously, we are half way there.

And we literally are pretty much living on a prayer.

Today marks the half way point of Justin being in Africa.

We are so thankful for his servant's heart and that God has called him to take His Gospel to all nations...

But we are so ready to have him home with us.

Things started off with a bang before he ever even left.  Thursday morning we left the house at 5:30 because we had to have him at Friendship Baptist Church by 6:00.  At about 5:40, on some crazy, dark backroad, we plowed a deer in my van.  I thought that was a pretty good sign that he should just stay home with us and forget about Africa.

Before we got to the church, Justin told me to look on his cell phone and to send a video to myself that he had recorded for me.  It was information about our bank accounts, what payment comes out of what account, and all of the information that I would need to know concerning his life insurance.  Not exactly the things that I wanted to hear when I was sending my husband to Africa for 12 days.  I gave him strict instructions to come back alive.  He isn't allowed to die (not just on this trip, but ever, because I seriously couldn't function without him.)

The deer caused $1300 to my van.

My dryer decided to see if it could burn my house down.

My computer has thought about dying.

Because, you know, it would be a fantastic time for troubles to arise since I obviously don't know how to do anything by myself.

BUT, we are halfway there!

And seeing pictures like this makes it worth it.

Justin is helping train pastors in Tanzania this week.  He is teaching them the gospel so that they can better proclaim the gospel to those around them.

But it was this picture that pulled at my heart strings.

Because if he were home right now, this is what he would be doing with our own kids...

Just kicking a ball around...

Since my van is in the shop, I've had to drive Justin's car the last couple of days.  Monday I pulled up in the pick up line at the boys' school to pick them up, and I was in Justin's car.

Little Knox's eyes lit up and he yelled "It's DADDY!" as loud as he could.

It was a tad bit heartbreaking to see how disappointed he was when he opened the door and it was me and not his daddy.  Not that he doesn't love me, but he just misses his daddy.

We all do.

But we are so thankful for a man of God that allows God to use Him, wherever he is.

I'm thankful that I am second in his life.

And that the three little kids that we've created together are third.

Because God is first- and I'll take a backseat to God any day of the week.

He can only love me right when he loves God best.

And that he does.

I miss this man.

I miss the smell of coffee first thing every morning and holding his hand in bed every night.

I can't wait to hear all the ways that God has used him and the other men that are on this trip.

Ooooo oooooh, we're halfway there.