My daughter Becca has been on a mission trip to Malawi, Africa for nearly a month. We had not heard from her since she was in a very remote area. She started the trip home early Thursday morning. She would be flying into Indianapolis and then driving home. We decided it would be a good surprise to have our son Jeremy fly to Indy to meet her and help her drive home. We found a cheap one way flight that arrived about an hour before Bec was scheduled to arrive. It was a perfect plan. Late Thursday night we received our first communication from Becca. She left a voicemail telling us they were stuck in Ethiopia and would not be home Friday. With some luck they may get home on Saturday. This was the first sign of a crack in our wonderful plan. We had Jeremy stay in a hotel Friday night. It was a two star hotel which was one star more than he needed. Early Saturday we received another call from Becca. They had arrived in Washington D.C. but the first flight to Indy was at 10:35pm. Poor Jeremy. Bec said they would try to find other flights. She called later to say she had found one that would bring her directly to Cleveland. Rats, talk about good news, bad news. We Coffeys are big on clinging to our surprises until our ears bleed so we told her she still needed to bring her car home. There was silence on the other end of the phone as our youngest daughter tried to figure out why her family had quit loving her during the month she was gone serving the Lord in the middle of Africa. She is a trooper and said, "Well, ok. I will go on to Indy but I may have to sleep some before I drive home." We said, "Hey, your a Coffey. Drink some and drive on home." Ok, maybe it was me who said that. She ended up finally arriving in Indianapolis and Jeremy jumped out to surprise her. It was another Coffey surprise success. Jeremy drove her home and they finally arrived early this morning. Total hours for her trip home was a new Coffey record. 67 hours from leaving Malawi to her bed here at home. When I gave the commencement talk for her senior class I told them to spend the next year pursuing Kabod. Kabod is the Hebrew word for glory. I wanted them to go after the glory of God they find when they serve him with all their hearts. My daughter Becca came home bone tired but aglow with the glory of God. And for the first time in a month her mother slept well.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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So glad to know that she is home. And oh the stories she is going to have to tell you.
Haha, Coffey surprises don't always go according to plan but that makes it all the sweeter when it does work out. I guess God kinda plans out our lives the same. Things don't always go the way we think they should, but He always knows what's going on and how much better it will be in the end!
you sound like a coffey with experience. love, dad
wonderful that it all worked out. Hope I get to hear some glory stories too!
I have enjoyed reading your blog while away from Ohio. It reminds me to trust God with my money, my children and grandchildren, my life. There is an old hymn that goes "I surrender all - all to thee my blessed Savior, I surrender all."
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