Whew. We are so exhausted. This is probably something we will remember for the rest of our lives. Last Thursday (while we were still here), a volcano in Iceland erupted, causing ash to fill the skies all the way to over here. Flights were cancelled, but we were feeling optimistic that our flight wouldn't be affected. Not so...
We are suppossed to be on an airplane on the way home this very minute. Instead, I am sitting in a hostel with a sick, exhausted, snoring, handsome husband next to me. (He didn't bring his inhaler here and is definately wishing he did by now). We arrived at our hotel in Heathrow last night around 12:30 A.M. We got up early and headed to the airport, despite the fact we had been told our flight was cancelled. When we got there...it was a ghost town. Only a few security guys passing around sheets of paper with phone numbers to call to re-book our flight. I took one. And we decided to head back into the city to a place with free wi-fi and try to rebook our flight. (This involved lugging all of our luggage around yet again. Up and down lots of stairs, mind you.)
An hour later, we made it into our favorite Lebanese Cafe in Earls Court (thank goodness we made friends with these guys last week!) and we sat down to use their wi-fi to contact the airlines. After 45 minutes of being on hold, we found out our microphone wasn't working and they hung up on us. So frustrating. So we looked up some hostels within walking distance and found a GREAT one. Definately a provision from the Lord. Free wi-fi, free breakfast, and the guy checking us in gave us a room for just us two for the same price as it would be for us to be in a room with 4 bunk beds. If you're ever in London, stay at O'callaghans hostel in Earls Court. :) Thankful for a place to sleep tonight.
So...I'm still on hold as I write this blog. Wondering how long we will be here. Till Friday? For a couple of weeks? Months? A year? The last time this volcano erupted two hundred years ago, it erupted intermittdely for a year. :/I am such a "what if" person. A planner. Someone who likes and lives by black and white rules. Schedules. NOT somebody who likes to look out the window and see a grayish/blue sky and wonder when it will be bright blue enough for me to go home. So this is definately a scary time. Financially, we could make it here for awhile. We've even talked about me going down in the underground and singing. Maybe make a few pounds.
This is such a test of faith for me. Its like God saying, "Tara...do you REALLY trust me? I know you trust me when you have enough to cover all of your bills, with a little extra to go out to eat every now and then or see a movie. But do you trust in me now, my child? Will you trust me if you have to watch your "emergency savings" dwindle down to nothing? Will you be humble enough to accept help from others in this time of need? Would you trust me if you ended up in England for a year? Do you trust me to be your provider? Your Jehovah Jirah?" And right now I'm kind of like..."umm yeah God. But I'm tired. My body is sore. I'm suppossed to be at work tomorrow. What if they fire me? How are we going to pay our bills if we're away for months or even a year." And I here this still, soft voice (over Ben's snoring)..."Trust me. I have always provided. I will ALWAYS provide. Do not worry about anything, but in everything, present your requests to me, and the peace, my peace I give to you, that passes over anything you could wrap your tiny mind around, will protect your heart and your mind." So that's what I do.
We're going to make the most of it. Get by with as little as possible. Serve a lot. See if we can continue to serve the homeless with YWAM as we wait for flights. God has a purpose in everything. Although I'm not quite sure what He's up to right now...wait....I have NO IDEA what He is up to right now with all of this. At least I know He is working ALL things together for the good. For His good. His glory.
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