Home at Last

Hello loyal readers

Thought I would update you on the big arrival. The guys were greated at the airport with signs and balloons. Some wore furry traditional Russian hats. Others wore big smiles. We all hugged one another, greeted Brandon (the photographer on the trip) who was capturing the big arrival on tape, thanked our fearless leader, John, and headed off to food and home.

Brandon P. never stopped talking at dinner. He was on a "high" ( a legal one ) and spilled over with stories about his adventure. He read us his journal (required by John) and would elaborate on each days entry. He asked that I make him one of my famous scrapbooks, which we will work on this summer together.

Living with a dozen young men isn't all it's cracked up to be but the awesome sure outweighed the negative. I am hoping the boys will get on this blog and share a few stories. We are gathering at our home on Monday night for an evening of story sharing. When the video is finished we will gather again and have a movie night.

Brandon has already developed his film to share with grandma and grandpa and our family tonight. Brandon said it was evident that God was there in every step, opening doors, and protecting the guys on their trip.

The climb was the hardest thing he has ever done. He said that just when they thougtht they were at the top, another peak was yet to come. It pushed them. It challenged them. It grew them up. And when at the summit, he said he was so exhausted and proud of himself that he and the others just cried and took it all in. (What an awesome God we have!)

Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers
Randy and Lynette