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we are at an internet cafe in the airport in korea. i told you i would do my best, mom :)

14+ hour flights are no fun. but they do have great movies...my sister's keeper is so sad.

when people ask us where our final destination is and we tell them Mongolia, they give us the greatest looks.

our flight boards in about an hour and then it will be another 2.5 hours of flying.

then, we will live in Mongolia.

say a little prayer for us.

peace, love and joy.

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  1. I've been praying for you continually. I can't wait to hear how God is using you and blessing you for your faithfulness. You are continually in my prayers sweet niece. Love, Aunt Karen

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  2. Today I am thankful for koreanair.com so that we could see when your plane was safely on the ground in your new home. Missing you already, Praising Him for what you are doing. I love you, mom

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  3. I want to be on your "check it out" list. Do you read my blog?? www.singloe.blogspot.com You should. I have crazy stories. :) Glad you are safely in Mongolia. I know you've already found someone to love. and they love you. Love and Prayers.

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  4. Im glad to know for sure that you are almost there!!! Miss you!!! I know you will be a blessing as well as be blessed while you are there! LOve you!

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