So today I found out that you are leaving for Afghanistan tomorrow. I don't want you to go. For some reason when Dad told me this, I thought of when we lived in the old gray house and it was your birthday. You had gotten a burro pinata and were riding it because you were still really small. I have a lot going through my mind right now, mainly you, but I just want you to know that I will constantly be praying for you and whenever I meet an Evangelical (there are many here in Guatemala), I will ask them to pray for you too. Please take care of yourself. I will have many sweet music compilations when you return. I will be waiting for you.