I Know It's Been A While

It's been a while, so read the last (only) post to get caught up.

Done?  OK.


After waiting in line for two hours at the US Post Office, I was beckoned to a small room.  Eh, let's call it a closet.  I sat down in a squishy chair and waited while a nice man checked over my application.  He asked me if I was planning on going anywhere.  Nope.  Not if I could help it.  I tried to explain that I just had a gut feeling that I should.  A picture taken, a check stroked, and I was gone.  Now life could get back to normal without this nagging feeling that I should get a passport...Hello Weekend!

That following Sunday, I headed to church.

My church meets in a theatre built in 1928 called the Byrd Theatre.  The theatre is dark, the chairs are lumpy and your shoes will stick to anything you walk on for the next hour after service.  Nonetheless, I love it.  In that theatre is where God is working on my heart, my family, and showing me His LOVE BEYOND REASON. That Sunday I was standing next to my friends clapping and wiggling (my friends might say dance...but I play with kids too much, so I say wiggle) as the band played. The music stops and we settle down and end in prayer.  Our pastor walks to the middle of the stage and says, "I want to talk to you guys about two mission trips that we support each year...Haiti, a medical mission's trip...and Vietnam."

Now Chris, our pastor, may not have said exactly that but it's close enough.

What I heard was: You are going to Vietnam.
  

Introduction

Four Little Facts About Me
Name: Amanda
Nickname: Manna
Live: VA
Fear(s):  Flying, Bugs in the house and on people...small bugs.  Edible white fluffy stuff.  Gross.

I don't claim to be a writer or anything close to one.  I wanted a place that I can put my experience down in words.  Often time we go through life with so many internal thoughts about how an experience makes us feel at that moment, only for time to dull it.  I want to look back and see what state I was in, how I felt about it, and hopefully I can see God guiding me (willingly or not) to where and who he wants me to be.  So what provoked me to write all this stuff down?  Well it all started when...I got this funny feeling.  It was unsettling.  I could feel it in my stomach and it wasn't gas!  I felt like I needed to do something more. What that something more was I had no idea, so I prayed for clarity. This clarity only led to the next funny feeling that I needed to get a passport. Why?  No clue.  Tyler laughed at me the morning I told him I wanted to apply for one.  "Okay" he said.  "You don't like flying, so why would you?" I didn't have an answer for him; maybe we would go on a vacation (it could happen)?  Maybe it was another form of ID in case I lost my driver's license, also plausible.  Off I go to apply for a passport...

What happens next?