Idaiho entry 1,
The plane rides were all sleep. I was waiting in the airport in Green Bay this morning and tried to imagine Idaiho. I didn’t know how, after all what more then a potato comes to mind when you think Idaiho? Now that I am here it is much more like a highland desert suspended in mountains. It is a nice place. Tonight we ate dinner at a excellent fish resturant. I had hazlenut sole-a kind of fish- and it was succulent. I was so full of joy at the table I almost cried. I have not cried tears of joy, except for in worship, in such a long time. Though they did not show on my face, they were pouring in my mind. God has been so good to me. Peace to all.