We have finally settled in to a routine here at NTMA. Brent leaves every morning just before 7 to get to the hangar and pre-flight his plane. Around 7:30 or so the kids and I will inevitably hear the drone of a Cessna engine gearing up for take-off and most mornings, if the kids are not strapped down for breakfast, we run to the windows to watch the plane soar up into the sky. Beau never fails to tell me that “my Daddy flying that airplane! Daddy flying that airplane!” He gets so excited that we usually have to wander outside to watch a few more take-offs and landings at the air-strip about half a mile from our front door. It’s so exciting to see Brent back in his element and I often have to fight back tears when I watch the plane take-off and consider the blessing that our ministry will be to the missionaries in the bush. Can you imagine the loneliness they fight out there in the middle of the jungle, struggling to learn a difficult language and culture, working so hard to develop relationships with the tribal people? Now imagine the joy and relief that the sound of an airplane brings, knowing that it not only carries much needed supplies, but that it also holds another person that understands you and your own culture and language. Man, we can’t wait to play that role for our “front-liners,” our church planters, laboring so hard to make the name of Jesus known in yet another language. It’s an emotional thing. I am so thankful that the Lord chokes me up as I proudly watch Brent perfect his flying because it is a big deal! It’s an offering of our lives so that others may come to know the sweet, sweet name of Jesus – the God who became man in order to bring his children home from every tribe, tongue, and nation.