An Answer to Our Prayers.

For all of my friends who have been praying for us and supporting us through our time here on the other side of the world; A hearty thanks goes to you!  I love you and coveted those prayers.
It seems like the trouble we've been having here has passed over us.  It's not even a worry or concern anymore.  Our God has defended us (like He said He would) and the situation is taken care of and has been placed on a shelf.  End of story.
I have had word through a "chance" meeting (I really don't believe in chance, I know it was ordained) that people high up have our backs and that we are going to be here a very long time.  Someone in leadership has been wanting to encourage us and to tell us what a wonderful job we've been doing here and how much they appreciate us.  They know we've been going through some rough patches from someone specific and some outright attacks on our character.  It's understood that leadership is behind us and not this other person.  What a way to end months of not knowing where our lives were headed and to feel that our reputation was ruined even before we had a chance to settle it, to now knowing that we are loved, respected, appreciated and wanted.  I had many months of doubt for our future and asking questions about why we were brought here to possibly go back home in shame.  Now, I don't know the plans of our Lord.  He could very well have planned to get us here as a stepping stone to another place.  I've seen it happen over and over in Scripture.  I can pretend to know what His plans are for us, but as soon as I think I have it figured out, He throws us a curve ball.  I wouldn't change His plans one iota though.  I would never have planned my life this exciting and this fulfilling.  I'm so glad I let go and took that dive right off the cliff into my faith journey with Him.  It's wonderful.

Speaking of diving off cliffs, I had a dream last night that woke me up with my heartbeat racing like a rabbit.  I had a dream that we were in our minivan (except Ben) and the van was parked facing the edge of a cliff.  The car started to roll and before we could gain control, it rolled right off that cliff and we were falling down a deep canyon.  I calmly said good-bye knowing we would be in Heaven soon and thinking of little Benjamin all alone... then I woke up from the dream.  I'm not sure where this dream came from, but I can take an educated guess...  I did happen to watch a trailer for that movie 127 Days right before bed last night and also got a little freaked out by it.  It probably was not the best choice, eh?  And that van is not on my top favorite things in this world after what happened a week before we moved here.  Put the two together and it's recipe for stress.  Now as to why I'm sharing this scary dream is a mystery even to me.  You'd think I'd want to forget it, but looking back after writing it down in my journal... I believe I just needed to process it.  I also need to process this dream because in my past, I know God has spoken to me through my dreams.  He has clearly given me direction and guidance through them, so I needed to know if this specific one was from God or not.  After just processing it, it's probably not.  I don't sense that divine message coming through and all I get is fear.  Thanks for listening to me processing my thoughts.  If it all sounds like rambling to you, it probably is because it's almost 1 a.m. here.  I really should just go to bed, so goodnight.  :)