Today I got to go flying in the airplane my Uncle Keith
built, which was also the first small airplane I ever flew (an RV-6 for you
pilots out there). It was a flight in
that plane (N55KE), somewhere around 2002 that hooked me on flying and redirected
my college plans to commercial aviation.
This was the first time I have flown that airplane since. It is pretty cool how God used that flight
with my Uncle to ultimately lead me to missionary aviation.
The last couple months there have been several times where
Holly and I have both felt extremely blessed to be part of the families we are
in. Last month in Kansas we stayed
several days with Holly’s Aunt and Uncle who flew for MAF in Zaire (Now the
Democratic Republic of Congo). It was
encouraging and exciting for me to talk to Terry about their time with MAF and
get advice about a lot of things.
Apparently the caterpillars they eat there are actually pretty good when
dried, and taste kind of like bacon (I hear we will probably get to eat some in
Mozambique, and if they really taste like bacon I am all in!). He did have a story about the caterpillars though
which led to some strong advice that we not fly anyone’s stash of live ones.
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About a week and a half ago in Penrose, Colorado I had the
honor of preaching at the last church my Grandpa Ellis pastored in Colorado. We went there almost every summer when I was
little so it felt pretty good to go back in that little church. We were extremely warmly welcomed as Grandpa’s
grandkids before we ever said anything, and I have always loved the feeling of
being accepted based only on my relationship to someone like my dad or grandpa.
It is part of what I imagine heaven
being like.
As a kid growing up in Washington I almost never got to see
thunderstorms, so one of my highlights visiting Penrose as a kid was getting to
watch the lightning zig-zag across the sky.
As we walked out of church we saw probably the best storm I have seen in
years, and somehow it just seemed perfect.
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