It is still pitch black outside when we awake sharply to a wailing sound in the humid air, a reminder that we are in the Middle East... mixed with a lingering hint of jet lag. It is somewhere around 4:15 in the morning as the call to prayer begins. If we listen carefully we can hear the drawn out call from four different mosques. The difference between here and Austin is so obvious and I don't just mean by the lack of Tex-Mex. The very worldview of the people here is so polar opposite, everywhere from their values to what they consider sin. They truly are beautiful, with individual personalities and lives hiding behind the veils and robes. Yet the need for a Savior is so blatant! In a recent conversation with a local man he tried to tell me that Christians and Muslims are not so different than us in what we believe! How we look forward to discussing more with men such as this in the future to show them what is so decidedly different about this life we have in Christ! The field here is difficult, and the workers are decidedly few. We know we have so much to learn to be able to reach this culture on the other side of the world, but we are eager to learn, and feel the call of God strongly on our hearts. We come back to the States to prepare for a life with few American comforts, but rich in the peace and reward of walking in the center of God's will. We were raised by our families for this purpose and we know that all that God has done in our hearts has been working up to this time.... this place. What a life God has for us if we will become expendable and surrender to His sovereign plan!