Home again, home again jiggidy jog!

Dear sweet Vanessa met us at JFK around midnight! She is the ever present calm reason. I was so happy to see her! Traffic was nasty and she negotiated it well and got us home alive. Thank you Nessie. We had a lovely breakfast treat with Tom, Vanessa and Sky-man before heading home the next day.

The last couple of days in Mexico were a whirlwind. We went to Manzanillo on Sunday and shared a worship service with the saints there. Stephen was delighted to be able to preach in front of the roaring ocean! Something very organic about the gospel in that situation. The saints, both Mexican and gringo's, were so kind and received us well. We were blessed to share a dinner and chat with some very special people. We were especially happy to share time with a lovely young woman that is the daughter of Wycliff missionary parents (parents also there). After the service, we were taken to spend the night at the home of Warren and Jean Scheifele. Their home is on the side of a cliff directly overlooking the Pacific ocean. Wow! The bedroom we were offered had french doors on both sides of the room that we left open all night. The ocean and mountain air rushed through our room and we slept well. Occasionally, I woke to the sounds of tropical birds and animals making their nocternal shouts. It was a paradise like none that I have ever seen. They were kind and thoughtful hosts and had a story of their own that was touching. When Jean was 16 years old, she was in an accident. She and three other relatives were in a car that collided with a train. Jean was the only survivor. She was in a coma for a long time. The doctors said she would be a vegetable person. Well, this lovely mother, wife and enthusiastic child of God is not only normal, but very bright. She is a whole and complete person in every way.

Warren drove us to the bus terminal early the next morning and deposited us. The bus was a spacious comfortable bus. They provided a sandwich and drink for the trip. Arriving in Guadalajara, our cousin Rick picked us up. We were so happy to see them again and spent another evening basking in their home and love. They were just the best! Rick drove to the airport to begin the journey home.

The dogs were happy to see us. The cat is his old nasty self. Sandy (my dog) really bonded with the grandchildren and seemed like she might jump ship for a while. Hannah, Grace and Elijah were very diligent dog caretakers. Hannah even got used to picking up poop with a plastic bag!

Ten days after arriving home, I went in for major surgery and three days later had my 62nd birthday. Things , they are a changing.

I am happy to be home and see family and friends. BUT-Mexico is calling. Love to all of you that read this blog. Mitzi, mom, meema