Zambia Mission Trip Day 4- London

June 22, 2013

(No daily scripture on the weekend)

Today was a good day! The weather here is amazing! It is cool and misty most of the day, the wind blows and it can get pretty chilly. We went into London again and walked through town. Grace rode the London Eye with Jeanne, Katrina, Kailey and David. We did not have as many people ask about our shirts today but we all noticed people reading them. I pray that each one goes home and googles I am Second. It was a very nice and relaxing day thankfully!

We were able to call home and check on the other two kids tonight. They sounded good! I have missed their sweet voices and Hartly's precious giggle. We are so blessed that we have family to help us. I am ready for a good nights rest and to see what tomorrow will hold. Praise God for another blessed day! I am clinging to Jesus!

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