A letter to Momma

I received this email this morning as I woke up.  Honestly I didn't sleep very good last night knowing it was probably preparation day in Mada and David would most likely be trying to email me.  I know in Mada David and I will probably not be able to chat back and forth on pday.  But this morning a miracle happened when I woke up, he had just sent me an email from a cyber.  I was overjoyed to get to chat with him for about an hour and talk about what Mada is like and how he's been doing.  I'm not sure if it helped me or made me a little depressed, but I was grateful to know how I can pray for him. He's definitely seeing the reality of a 3rd world country and as I think about what he's experiencing I can't help but feel blessed to have so much. My heart is a little bit heavy today, but I can't wait to hear about all the success he will have and all the amazing things he will see and experience.  Here's the email I got when I woke up...tears...he still calls me momma!!

hey momma...

Its your boy here in madagascar from the big island. 

I miss you so much, and madagascar really only reminds me of your true love as a mother and dads true love as a father. 

I see all the amazing mothers breast feeding their babys in the dirty streets and on the busses despite all their oppisition. I see all the women at work at the rice patties and at work washing their clothes and preparing all their meals. I see them playing with their children and loving them so much. It all just comes washing back to me like an emotional tsunami as i remember all that you have done for me. I can't thank you enough. 

The jet lag has made me so tired and the air here smells like poop and trash and gasoline and anything that smells, but the malagasy people here are just so friendly and so kind, I wish you could meet them.

I know wyoming is early in the morning now, so I'll let you get back to sleeping. 

Love you love you...