Very early tomorrow morning we're leaving to go stay in another city. We are taking our computer with us, but our internet will be on roaming, like a cell phone, so we probably won't be as communicative as usual. Still, we'll be in touch. Please keep praying for us! Hopefully, once we get settled there we can write a general update. Until then, here's the poem that was running through my head all this evening:
The Age-Long Minute
by Amy Carmichael
Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,
Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee?
Hold us in quiet throught the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it?
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?
(I just glanced over at the paper next to me. It's a list of Will's, titled "To Do in Exile." )