Smiles Galore!

What a fantastic evening we all had greeting Kendall last night at the airport. We hugged and cried, and laughed a lot. My eyes as a Mother took in the beautiful face I had dreamed of seeing for so long, and etched in my mind the moments I will recall time after time.

I can imagine what the people around us thought, watching all 7 of us being....us,... loud, demonstrative, and crazy. We were so engaged with talking and laughing that we wandered aimlessly around the multi levels of baggage areas and had no clue where we were supposed to be. It was quite funny, usually it's just me that is missing the navigation gene. We finally found her lone bag relocated to the darkened unclaimed corner, the conveyer belt long stopped, and not a soul in sight.

After 9 long months of being apart, Kendall saw huge changes in the boys sizes and faces, and sadly she saw changes in Duane and I....probably all the stress of this last year, I'm sure it's not from just getting older!!

We stopped and got a bite to eat and hung out awhile around the table, seemed like old times, noisy, chaotic, and everyone talking at once, so good to have the family back together again. On the way home we did some "Ullrich car dancing", cranked up the oldies and boogied and enjoyed the celebration.

Between the noise, I escaped into my prayer closet and offered up multiple thanks to a loving God that made this all happen. With Kendall's head on my shoulder and her mixed tears of missing Zura, being overly tired, and happiness to see us on my sleeve, I stroked her soft skin with my fingers and sighed a contented "Mother sigh" when all of her babies are in the "nest", safe, healthy and home.

We had been a bit worried how her dog would receive her again after being away for so long. If he didn't remember her it would be a long two months. As she approached him, he growled, barked and ran away, (typical for Tyson the guard dog), Larsen picked him up and took him over to Kendall and after a minute, thankfully he retained his memory of her scent, and licked her to death. Of course all of this was caught on camera for future laughs.

Presently Kendall is zonked out in her bed oblivious to life around her,and the sadness she left behind. As the nine hour time difference is pretty hard on the body, it will take her some time to readjust and get on our schedule. I'm sure she will be up in a while scrounging around in the cupboards like normal.

We pray for a wonderful visit, paperwork ease, another job, (she got a part-time one so far) and God to fill the void in her heart for Zura back in Georgia. Thank you once again for your kind words, encouragement, prayers and comments, they mean so much to us and we thank God for you all.
Love to all,
The Ullrich's

Hello everyone,

I wanted to Thank You all so much for your many, many prayers for the Georgian people and my family. I know that they carried us through some pretty rough waters.

It’s amazing how fast things start to go back to normal, and how people lose interest after bombs are no longer flying over people’s heads and opposition forces are no longer threatening homes and live’s. It becomes almost in a way "boring" when they go home and there is a sense of peace in the land, and there is nothing shocking to report about. Why is it that as people who live normal and comfortable live’s are no longer interested in a topic that doesn’t have to do with something that is not out of a war movie? It's like the peak of the scare is almost a magnet for the human race somehow.

Just now I was looking for a recent article on msnbc.com and couldn't find a single current write-up about Georgia. I was thinking well, is this because there is truly nothing left to write about? And then I remembered, no there ARE still plenty of things to write about and just because they are not the size and destruction of bombs doesn’t mean that the story is over. Life just resumes for those uneffected.

I too was on the verge of thinking that there was nothing left to write about here and everything was over. I had started to turn my mind and begin focusing my thoughts towards more "important" (to me personally), things like... what to pack for my upcoming trip in a couple of days, or better yet, what would I eat first when my feet touch American soil. But as I walked into an unusually crowded church here in Tbilisi Sunday, my mind began to shift. And it really began to reel when I discovered that these extra people were refugees and had lived first hand the experience of this war.

Dr. Levan (the Pastor here) talked about how he had visited many of the refuges and when he asked them what they would like most, they embarrassingly replied "underwear". Imagine, these Georgian ladies didn’t even have the basics that they needed from life, like a pair of simple underwear!

Thousands of people are packed in kindergartens and schools all throughout Georgia, (mostly Tbilisi), some even down my street. All are inadequately housed, clothed, and even fed. There was this one old lady at church this last Sunday who is already a believer, she had lived in South Ossetia and of course her house had burned down. At the end of the service, the people asked what they could do for her and all that she replied, with tears rolling down her face was, "A bible, mine was burned with my house". Just think about what faith that displays, and a deep love for God's Word that she has. There are probably hundreds of other things that she could have asked for, and from a worldly point of view they could be described as more important, but no, the only things she asked for was another bible she could call her own. That tipped my world around rocked it, and then shook it up!

So I guess all that I can say about this is please keep these people in your prayers, this war is not over yet. People like these refugees are "fighting" in it everyday. And never take your faith for granted because you never know when yours is going to be tested next.

I look forward to seeing as many of you as I can that have been a part of my "adventure" when I get home. My mom asked me what I have been craving and wanting as one of my first meals....I would love a bunch of chicken wings, of course I'm not sure my body will tolerate it very well at first but I will have to try.

If you think of me this Thursday as I make my way across the Atlantic, pray for safety as I hear another hurricane is threatening Florida around my arrival time in Tampa, I sure would hate to be stranded in Chicago. I will try to be better about blogging while I am there.

Much love,

Kendall