Marcos is here!

He arrived at 9:37

give or take a minute or two.

His bag

however

did not arrive.

He kept it with him on the plane to Dallas

but in DFW, they valet-checked it.

He didn't know he needed to get it when he deplaned

and we didn't know it hadn't been checked....

That bag holds everything he has in the US

 - and more importantly -

all of his documents

and instructions regarding what happens next.

It has no identifying tags on it.

It's just a plain black duffel.

I don't know that I have ever prayed over a bag before

but let me tell you

we were praying over this one!

About 3 hours after realizing it was missing

we got a call from American Airlines;

the bag is in FSM!

Thank-you, Lord!!

~

Marcos is the third of ten children.

'Large' families are normal in Belize.

I told him, "Here - we are weird!"

He hasn't seen his family since October 20th.

As you can imagine,

he's been missing his young siblings!

He knew 

that some of the girls that had been on the mission trip

had taken pictures of some of his family,

so Tony put out a request on FB

and within minutes,

Meghan posted them.

Pictures of the brothers and sisters he hasn't seen in 3 months.

For the second time in his life,

(the first being about 15 minutes earlier)

Marcos was on the World Wide Web.

Marcos said, "This is making me cry."  "Yeah, me too!!"

We're off to a good start;

we had nachos and beans & rice for lunch.

When he saw the bowl of beans & rice

he said, "This is what I eat all the time."

Maybe our own full house

will help Marcos feel more at home.