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Published: April 28th 2007
Sitting on a bench at the Dalian airport, with Bekah beside me, I put my head down on my suitcase and sincerely prayed. I did my best not to look at Bekah, so she wouldn’t see my panic. Traffic, and our long wait in the wrong line, brought us to 3 minutes past the check-in deadline for our flight. We could not make the first flight to Beijing, which would throw off our whole string of connectin...
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Loved your blog...You must give credit where credit is due. You are blessed. It is always most tempting to call it all luck. There is peace in prayer. I can't help but wonder what kind of an effect the torture and such had on your day. I know that at Custers last stand and the battlefields that I have gone to.. they all leave me with an emotional relevance. What an awesome experience! We miss you!!!!