Roll. Don't Fold.

Research for my great escape has begun!  
I'm (excuse my liberal verbage) pinteresting, googleing, and all out scaling the internet for packing suggestions.  The greatest suggestion is to roll my clothes and not fold.  As told by numerous websites, I should be able to fit at least 7 days worth of clothing into my carry-on.  Only time will tell.
Speaking of time, it is vastly dissipating. 
Solely for use here, I have counted the remaining days:

79.

seventy-nine.

siebenundneunzig.

79.

Starting now, I won't keep count.  It'll drive me bonkers!

But still, that's unglaublich (unbelievable)!

Excitement is still prevalent, however so is the concern over financial provision.

Today I talked to my 11th graders about supplication and yielding: what it means to pray and ask with a humble heart.  Just like driving, when I have the "yield" sign, I have to wait for the car in the other lane to go ahead of me.  It's kind of the same with God; I have to slow down and look for Him in my life, and make sure He's before me. To not try and "beat" him at getting somewhere first.

The metaphor worked in class and is working better in my mind than in my diction.

This morning's message was such a reminder that God's will is EXACTLY what Satan doesn't want happening, so he'll try anything to sabotage it.  

He's a liar. Satan is a liar. And he is not my friend.

The Lord is going to provide. I can't remember having been so certain of something in my life.

In the midst of my mental contention, I have peace.

It's an oxymoron to be in contention and have peace, but again, it makes sense in my mind and more importantly in my spirit.

The Lord has me to be in Australia.

I'm grateful for that clarity.