This is more than a week overdue, but it most certainly deserves it's own post.
It was really weird to hold that thing in my hands. For as long as I can remember, Nate has been here. Close to me. Always a phone call away or just in the next bedroom. One of my best friends. It was weird to know that I didn't know where he would be for the next two years -- none of us did -- but the answer was just underneath my fingers. It was torturous to sit in the same room with that giant, white envelope. I paced back and forth unconsciously several times during the next few hours.
Finally it was seven thirty and Nate was home. But wait, dinner?? NOW!??!!? Okay. One BLT down, one mission call to go.
Of course, before actually opening the call, Nate set up one camera on the tripod and the other in the hands of his friend, Trey. It all must be documented, of course.
I was almost positive he would be going to somewhere in the states or Europe.
Mom was crossing her fingers for Omaha, Nebraska.
Rrrrrrrip!
Brazil Porto Alegre South Mission.
None of us knew where that was, so we checked out the globe and discovered that it's at THE very bottom of Brazil. It borders Uruguay and Argentina and the Atlantic Ocean. All the people that I've talked to have told me that there are fantastic barbecues in Porto Alegre, which is great news for Nate. Also, the record low temperature is about 32 degrees Fahrenheit. WAY. TO. GO.
I'm totally jealous.
1 comments:
Can I just say that some of the high moments in my life have been writing to and recieving letters from a missionary. Be it a friend, brother, grandparents... it's always bonding. I think we often are able to communicate more through the written word than through speaking. You will grow even closer to him than you are now and he will have an indespensible supporter/sister/friend named Sarah!
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