AND THEY ARE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LEFT THIS MORNING AT 5:30 TO PICK UP MOM AND THE "LITTLE GUYS". TRIP WAS GOING GREAT TILL I GOT TO THE OUTSKIRTS OF MOSCOW(AS USUAL). THE TRAFFIC WAS AWFUL. IT WILL NEVER BE BETTER. I'VE GIVEN IT TWELVE YEARS. IT'S ONLY WORSE. IF I WAS SENTENCED TO LIVE IN MOSCOW I'D GET A SCOOTER. I HAATTEE DRIVING IN MOSCOW. (THERE, I'VE VENTED)

I WAS ABOUT 30 MINUTES LATE PICKING THEM UP. DROVE BACK TO SMOLENSK AND GOT IN AROUND 6:00. THEY ARE DOING SURPRISINGLY WELL. GREAT TO HAVE THEM HERE. HOWEVER, I'M WIPED OUT!!! GONNA SLEEP LIKE AN ENGINEER. I HOPE.

PRAYER

Prayer is the language of a man burdened with a sense of need. It is the voice of a beggar, conscious of his poverty, asking of another the things he needs . . . Not to pray is not only to declare that there is nothing needed, but to admit to a non-realization of that need. - E.M. BOUNDS

WE WANT TO LIVE LIVES OF PRAYER NOT JUST HAVE TIMES OF PRAYER.

LGLO. I LIKE THAT!!!

NO TOUR DE FRANCE HERE. CYCLING IS NOT A BIG DEAL HERE REALLY. THOUGH A LOTTA YOUNG PEOPLE RIDE IN THE SQUARE.

LOVE YA'LL. YA'LL LOVE EACH OTHER.