We left the house last night around 10 PM, flew from Chicago to Atlanta this morning and are now enjoying a six hour layover. I still can’t believe we are here. I didn’t get my passport until Friday afternoon and hadn’t even signed it before trying to present it at the airport (good thing I had another form of ID). Are you at all curious as to why my passport cut it so close? Well, the short of it is that my application was a complete mess. Between all the name changes in my family and not knowing information like my father’s birthday, I suppose I don’t blame them for wanting to verify my identity. As it turns out, and after faxing the passport agency literally EVERY piece of identification I had, they decided that I am indeed Tiffanie Lloyd, and today I get to fly to Quito.
We did not reach our $5,000 goal. We got close though… $3,305. Stephen and I are committed to raising the rest when we get home and will send it back because the really cool thing about it is that as a team we are deciding what to do with the money. Last time they were able to hire an English teacher in one of the all girls orphanages for an entire year.
Though we didn’t raise all the funds yet, we are traveling with two large and one medium suitcase all filled with crayons, coloring books, bubbles, toys and stuffed animals. We probably have enough gifts for at least 250 kids.
So many of our friends have showered us with their support; by bring donations for the kids, providing financial support, and prayers. It’s been pretty amazing how supportive people have been and how excited they are for us. And while we may not have reached $5,000 yet, we still have support coming in and God has proven his provision in so many ways throughout the process of preparing for this trip.
The kidos are in good hands. Unfortunately for them (and fortunately for us) we seem to have left behind a stomach bug. The other day, Darci, in her own words, “peed my butt” (poor thing). She is all better, but this morning Nev woke up with the runs. If you think about it, maybe you could say a little prayer for them… and for their sitter.
And if your wondering what it’s like for me to be here in Atlanta… I did get emotional for a minute. I’ve been so busy that it didn’t really hit me until I was actually here; it’s one of the last places I ever thought I ‘d return to and it is pretty strange to think about just how close I am to my father right now. Luckily, I am traveling with the the greatest guy in the world and there isn’t anyone I would have rather experienced this with… Atlanta or Ecuador.
Believe it or not, and despite (him) and a friend talking about plane crashes last night… I’m not really experiencing any anxieties. (He) drove the entire way to Chicago and I was feeling a bit nervous then, but I started praying (and I’m pretty sure (he) was praying for me too) and I thought a lot about our experience moving to the hood and how those circumstances were comparable to this trip.God reminded me of His provision, His sovereignty and His promises of goodness. Ultimately, I am not in control, and it wasn’t until I released that grip and stopped worrying about all the “what if’s” and things that could go wrong that I started to feel better.
So, here we are. Well, here I am, Stephen went off to check out the food situation here in the airport. I’m pretty sure he is most excited about trying new foods during this adventure… pretty sure.
Look for our updates throughout the week…