Flight to Phnom Penh

I am currently sitting in the JFK airport in New York.  I don't really like traveling alone, so I decided to purchase a traveling companion.  I haven't named it yet, but as you can tell from the picture, it is a small elephant.  Maybe you can help me name it (not sure if it is male or female yet...).  Any suggestions?

The reality of being in charge of English camp is sinking in.  As I look over the schedule and begin picturing what the days might look like, I get both excited and a little apprehensive.  I wonder what God was thinking when he chose me to fill Bill's shoes.  Doesn't he know I'm not a good administrator?  Doesn't he know I'm not a great speaker (teaching is different).  But then I hear Him gently laugh as He says, "That is exactly what Moses did when I called him.  But during the journey, we became great friends."

More than anything else during this trip, I want that to happen to me.  To become God's great friend. Not great in the sense that I have anything to give, but great in that He wants to be with me (which I already know He does) and I want to be with Him and the two of us can face any problem or joy knowing we are together.

I am now sitting at the gate in Taipei waiting to board the next leg of my journey.  I got some sleep on the plane.  My theory to combat jet-lag is to stay up until it's time to go to bed based on the time zone I am traveling to.  Unfortunately there was little in the way of distractions on this flight.  I'm flying by myself, so talking with a friend didn't happen.  I did meet a guy that works in a hospital in Philadelphia and lives in Lancaster.  He is Vietnamese and is traveling back to Vietnam for his sister and brother's weddings (two weddings taking place).  It was nice chatting with him.

I was also counting on being able to watch movies...well, no personalized TVs.  So that didn't happen.  But I read half way through the Shack and got rest where I could.  I should be good to go. :)