I'm sitting in the living room of our apartment in Mendoza, making notes for a ladies meeting I'm to teach this evening at the church Larry preached in last night. The chair where I'm sitting is in the corner of the room near the window with a lovely view of the mountains. I call this my perch. Over the past two or so weeks, I've prayed, planned, read, studied, eaten, dreamed and listened to Auburn football and Keith Moore from this perch. It's usually a sunny and warm spot and I've watched the weather on the mountains. I could have missed all of this...

About ten years ago, Larry had taken a couple of trips to South America and I could tell that something was happening inside him. And I wasn't thrilled about it. One day we were eating lunch and he shared his heart with me. He didn't know what the years to come would look like, but he knew that there was work there for us to do. He didn't force or push me, he just shared. I cried because I'd miss my dogs...

Now, so many years later, I sit in my perch, preparing to share my Story with a group of ladies. Tonight. In Argentina. Who knew? I didn't, but God did.

At any point, I could have said "Nope". And every time I want to say it-and believe me, there's PLENTY of times I want to say it. Nay, scream it!-I think of that afternoon over lunch. And what I would have missed. Things and people in my life I had no idea were waiting for me. Places, experiences, relationships, revelation. And God has become more real to me every step along the way.

Me? I'm just a girl who misses her dogs.

You see, if I can, you can...