Small World
I finally have a mission, I promise I'll complete. I don't need excuses when I am your hands and feet. ==================== Audio Adrenaline, Underdog, "Hands and Feet", 1999
Jaco is the name of the beach that we went to yesterday. It is pronouced "haCO". It is a Black Sand Beach made when hot lava enters the cold water. For $13 our whole family was able to take a 2.5 hour bus trip over to the Pacific. We went with Howard, an IMB missionary headed for Argentina and two tico Gentlemen. We were able to practice much Spanish with them on the trip. Susie made friends with an 8 year old girl who knew some English. She and Susie quizzed each other for a while. It still blows my mind that we went to the beach in January. Of course I could not get my arm wet due to the injury.
To all of those concerned for our safety, you will hopefully be placed to rest to know that our apartment compound (not complex) is surrounded by not one, but two layers of razor-sharp razor wire. And to those of you still sceptical, Arnold decided to but to rest any concerns that razor-wire can and will definatly do damage to anyone or thing that gets near it.
I can finally share something that's been heavy on my heart for some time now.
Nashville, Tenn., (January 18, 2006) – One of the industries top bands, Audio Adrenaline announces that it will add a final chapter to its substantial career with Adios, slated to release later this year. After 15-years of music and mission, Audio Adrenaline is choosing to say "adios," offering one more nod to its considerable fan base with the album and select live events.
After years of giving his all on stage and in the studio, Audio Adrenaline frontman Mark Stuart is experiencing ongoing vocal challenges. After consulting with doctors, it is clear the toll his voice has taken will prevent his ability to continue a consistent live performance schedule.
More info is located on audioa.com
I never quite understood when Susie would wake up in the middle of the night inspired to write poetry. Last night, I had the same experience. Here's the result.
Whispers on the Wind
Lightening bolts fork across the mid-day sky.
The thunder rumbles all the more often as
Sheets of rain drown me in my pride.
Over and over the wind whispers unrelentingly, “Go.”
The thunder proclaims its fierce anthem.
The tempest attacks mightily in a final battle
For another egocentric life.
I find myself lying upon a distant shore.
I rise to find the waves gently erasing
The impression of Hands and Feet.
Not mine, but God's.
2006 January 17
This poem accentuates the moment I accepted my call to international missions. It occured during the Audio Adrenaline concert in Chattanooga, TN on June 5, 2004. Not only does the poem symbolize my feelings within, but it also depicts the drums, lighting effects and crowd of which I was amidst.
I was afraid we couldn't swing the cost of Carlotta, our empleada, in our home three days a week, six hours a day. After all, I could never had afforded one on my Engineering salary back in the states. It seems crazy that I could on a Missionary salary now.
Well, yesterday was an adventure. It was the Austin family conquering the Spanish language for the first time alone. We had to go get passport copies and have them laminated, go to the Police Station to be fingerprinted and had to ride the bus for the first time. We did all this with much success.
I woke up this morning in rather a panic. Arnold had a meeting at 9am and I thought for sure he had missed it because it was extremely bright outside. Arnold jumped up and it was about 5am. Duh! We are so close to the equator that the sun rises early!!! That will take some getting use to.
In a previous post, we told you an adress to send snail mail. What we didn't say is that that was actually a PO Box at the school. STILL USE THAT ADDRESS.
We began this day many, many, many hours ago! When we arrived to the BTR airport this morning. Arnold and I got out to go get some luggage carts. While walking down the hallway, we saw someone crouching at a corner and then all at once this person lunged at us hollaring. It was Kim Babin. Her, Gerald and the kids along with Shay and Kam came to send us off at 3:30 am! guys, that meant so much to us! I love you all! Thanks for the signs, the cookies and the love!
Well, here we go. In 5 hours we leave for the airport. We are suppose to check in at 3:30am and leave BTR airport at 5:30am. By the afternoon we will be in our new home. Please pray for us as we embark on this journey.