I'm not sure...

I am not quite sure where in my heart, mind, or soul to store this feeling of disgust/remorse/awe... I just heard a rather odd noise coming from the dining room... after certain failures (by our 2 cats) earlier today concerning a mouse we found in our front room you would think I might have expected this... (Right now is is past 1 AM and I had to turn my computer on specially to record this) There were some very loud pooms and scratchety struggling noises coming from the front 2 rooms... Emmi walks out with said mouse hanging from her petite face holding her head high... I call up the stairs for my dad (I know) and mom... they come down quickly, in their PJ's, mom with camera in hand. (everything about today needed to have the closure of photographic evidence of the poor little mouse's noble death)... Emmi then begins the dance of horror, you know when cats just play with their semi wounded prey? It's like watching a train wreck... it is so terrible but maybe I can blame The Crocodile Hunter or something on Discovery or Animal Planet during my childhood for my inability to look away... After cheering silently for the little guy who so valiantly fought off and evaded 2 cats all day in our front room (you seriously gotta give the guy some points for that) Emmi finally did him in. Ok, I think after a moment of watching her playfully batting his dead little body around the dining room, that was sick and twisted... And I moved on, I have seen this before... I turned my computer off and was about to go upstairs to bed... That's when I heard the odd noise... I couldn't quite tell what it was so I turned the light on... Emmi was actually eating the mouse! Maybe there was some innocent and totally naive remnant inside of me that just thought things ended when I left the room... or that the cats really don't like mouse meat, they just enjoy the hunt and leave the dead little bodies to their loving and wonderful humans to discover the first moment their feet hit the floor in the morning... but no... I had the grotesque privilege to learn otherwise... Emmi is a fierce and relentless carnivore and she crushes bones... beware folks...

So Close!

Hey every body! Just thought I would share How Good God is! I am absolutely amazed by how He has been so faithful and patient with me through this process. The whole fund raising thing is not exactly something I am particularly gifted in or a fan of. Ever since I can remember I have never been in to fund raisers for school and so I never developed that side of my brain... I say all this because it is so obvious to me that the status of my fund raising has absolutely nothing to do with how crazy I have been these past months. God has brought in every penny so far and He will bring in the rest. I am amazed by how much he has blessed my efforts...

For my Monthly need I have 82% raised. For my One Time need I have 67% raised. What this means is that I still need $520.00 for each of the 11 months I am gone and $2,725.00 before I can leave.

I have set October 8th as when I need to leave. I did this because Abbey Church has a need that I am trying to fill as soon as possible. The previous interns have both returned to the states and now Alan Boal (Abbey's pastor) and the church are preparing for my arrival and are hoping it is sooner rather that later. I have that same hope. Please continue to pray that God will continue to mold me into the woman that He wants me to be and that he will provide quickly for me to go to Dublin.