Hello everyone!

Greetings from Fort Lauderdale, Florida! Our first flight has arrived safely, and we’ve got free WiFi! Our flight from here leaves at 11:35PM to Managua, Nicaragua, which lands at 1:15am (local time). We then jump in a truck for a ~3hr drive to the village. We’re not really halfway, I guess, when you put it in those terms.

We started our day around 8am this morning, saying goodbye to family and headed for Atlanta.

The drive went without any issue, that is, until we hit downtown Atlanta. Apparently, the interstate randomly changes names from I-85 to I-75, and then back to I-85. We panicked when it changed, not realizing we were still on the right track, and turned around. We later realized it was just a temporary name change, and got back on track.

We stopped for lunch in Atlanta at the Dwarf House, the original Chic-Fil-A. They served burgers! Blasphemy!

We arrived at the airport just before 3, and were 3rd and 4th in line at the Spirit Airlines counter, which was set to open at 3. The two gentlemen in front of us were Hispanic, and did not understand English real well. As they made it up to the counter to weigh their bags, the attendant made them take some things out in order for them to be under the limited weight of 50 lbs. Kelly and I both knew our bags were a few pounds overweight, but we’d already taken out everything we felt we could do without (and more). We were a bit nervous, to say the least. I knew in the back of my head our bags were about 1-2 inces oversized too. In spite of all that, I told Kelly not to worry and that everything would work out.

“Let me do the talking,” I told her, as we walked up.

I buttered up the lady as much as I could, making small talk, being polite, etc. Even managed to make her smile a few times and chuckle. Anyway, I cringed as I put Kelly’s bag up first. 52.5 lbs… 2.5 lbs over. The lady slapped a tag on it and threw it on. I smiled and sighed with relief. Put my bag up next, still nervous, but a little less. 51.5 lbs. Slapped a tag on it and threw it on the conveyor. She didn’t even seem to glance at the scale. Oh 0 and did I mention she asked US if we wanted exit row seats. YES SIR! Didn’t even have to ask!

God was there. He’s always there. He’s watching over us.I have been continually reminded of that.

As we go forward, I hope to be able to be in tune with God, recognize his presence in my life, and learn what he wants from me.

Thank you for your prayers. We love you all, and truly appreciate your support.

Evan “Oso” Dixon
Missionary to Nicaragua
His will. His way. All for His kingdom.
evan@evandixon.com
704.765.1956 - office/international