Monday night it was hard to sleep...partly because Ryleigh has started some sort of seperation anxiety that only seems to occur at nighttime and partly because the next morning we were driving out to the bush. If you ask my parents, they'll say they don't really remember a time that I didn't talk about going to a village in Africa to live & tell people about Jesus. So this day was a day I had dreamed about for at least the past 20ish years. Considering I'm only 26 that's saying something! Tuesday morning we got up & dressed for the trip out to Besatra (Mahafaly village). It was a bit surreal for me because I couldn't really wrap my mind around that this was really happening...it was even more amazing to me b/c I got to share this experience with my husband and daughter.
So that's the story of what happened on Tuesday...the next blog will be a more in depth look of how this mom actually handled it :)