Sunday, February 11, 2007

Grenoble

We spent the day with the team from Grenoble, ate lots of wonderful food at the Pavey's, talked about ministry, laughed at Matt Glock and received a lot of very helpful information. I know God will direct our paths and clearly tell us where and what He wants us to do. Tommorrow we meet with another team that works in Grenoble and we will then head to Paris on Tuesday. We miss our wonderful kids and are very thankful for their Nana, Papa, and Katrina for watching them. Peace out

Beautiful Swan


Here is a beautiful picture of a swan in the Rhine river. You are looking at Germany from the France bank.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Strasbourg

So the day that Irene took us around Strasbourg, over the bridge to Germany, to a bakery, and to see where the gypses live was very beautiful. It has been cloudy and raining every day except that day. We then went to Kyros which is a Cafe where we hung out and met people. It was a lot of fun connecting and learning French. The coffee here is so much better than Starbucks. Sorry Starbucks. And the food!!! Awesome.
The hospitality from the teams has been amazing! We took a 6 hour trip today in the train to Grenoble. We are very excited to meet all of those here! Good night talk with ya later.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Paris

Hey everyone. We found our way to the Hotel and Todd Burkes gave a us the Grand tour of Paris. After a day and a half we received our luggage which was nice cause it is a lot colder here then Arizona. The time was really good and very informative. We then jumped on a 4 hour train and found our way to Strasbourg. We are here visiting with Irene and have had good conversations about ministry and Strasbourg. Peace-more to come later.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Phoenix Airport

O.K. so we made it through security without any problems. They didn't strip search us. No reason to do that anyway. Now we are on our way to Detroit to meet our connecting flight to France!! Later!!

A Father's Wound

I knew of a man who had a childhood one rarely speaks of. The kind of childhood where the pain of reality is too great to discuss. The wound...