I keep thinking about college testing. Little blue books, number 2 pencils, and silence. I would look up at the clock in the room, divide my time based on how many questions I had to answer, and then, after double-checking the time, it would begin. The professor's voice would speak out--your time starts now. Usually, I would have about 50 minutes to complete the test to the best of my ability. Being an A chaser by nature, I found those 50 minutes, divided equally among my questions, extremely important to me. I had to know — just how long would this test take? How much time did I have?
Which is why I have been thinking of those tests now. You see, the countdown has begun. In a few short days, he leaves. He goes to Africa, to the poorest nation on earth, to a dangerous place, to a place where I am not. So, as I was praying this morning, it hit me. I have so many days left to pray, only so much time left--and my time starts now. I must pray for the Congo team, for my husband, for their safety, for their well-being — emotionally, physically, and spiritually. They will need my prayers. They will need your prayers. For their lives are about to be changed forever.
This is a test — for me, for him, and for them. I am an A chaser, are you? I will pray. My time starts now. Hopefully, prayerfully, yours does too. Our time starts now.
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