from http://saltygrace426.blogspot.com, the website of Brette, who is learning, serving, and growing with Team Expansion workers in Mongolia

Magda is a woman from Holland who has been here in Mongolia for fourteen years. She just recently moved out here to Altia and she is bringing Jesus into the lives of 11 disabled children and their families. After a few short months she has a small Bible study going with a few of the parents.

Today, I went to three homes with her.

The first boy was sixteen. If I hadn’t known I would have thought he was eight or nine. So small. But you could just see that he has a big heart. He cannot speak so he was trying to show Magda that he remembered what he learned the week before. How to undress himself! That is a very good skill to have young man.

He also found stools for us to sit on. He isn’t as graceful as the rest of us but you know what, he got them!

Magda pulled out a book and tried to show him pictures and say the names of them and get him to pull his own belongings out. He found the first item, a pink hat, and promptly put it on. The second was a pair of socks but he just couldn’t concentrate. So we moved on to washing dishes. His father brought over the wash bowl with a rag and two dishes and tried to force his son to wash them right away. Poor boy. He didn’t like that so much and started making some noises of disapproval. Magda mimicked him and for some reason he laughed instead! So she slowly taught him how to wash the dishes, encouraging him with every step. That is after about 10 minutes of him dipping his finger in, shrieking, and backing away. He somehow managed to learn how to wash and dry dishes. Mostly. He only washes the insides of the dishes and only dries the outsides. But you know what, that’s progress baby! Magda then pulled out the book again to no avail. He had just gotten a high five for washing dishes and was just too excited! So she pulled out a squishy ball instead. Oh how his eyes lit up. He is a good throw. Which I thought was kind of amazing. He will just throw it straight to you. Catching however, well, we tried. We tried several different methods but as soon as I cupped my hands around his to help him catch the ball he was a puddle of giggles. When we went to leave he clasped Magda’s hand the best he could and she shook his hand. He is still working on that. She told him to shake my hand and when I reached my hand out he just laced his fingers through mine and said, “heeeeeee” and giggled. So precious. It’s so hard to think of him as being sixteen because he looks like he is nine and acts more like a, well, I don’t know. Because honestly you can’t say they act younger because even younger children and speak, dress themselves, learn to wash dishes, etc. So I don’t know really.

The next child was a thirteen year old with cerebral palsy. I thought she was five. She thought the exercises were very painful as her muscles and tendons are horribly underdeveloped (you can actually see this) and her joints are so tight. Magda fears breaking the little girl’s joints. She cried during the exercises because they were so painful but once Magda got her in a chair and started blowing bubbles she was all smiles. She just loved them. Magda would sometimes catch a bubble on the wand and ask the little girl to catch it. So she would very slowly raise her arm up until she popped the bubble with the tip of her fingers. She was so happy when she did it! She also tried to color although she cannot really press down hard enough. But she happily tried to switch the pencil back and forth between her hands without anyone trying to get her to do it. She was also very happy to receive a kiss on the cheek and a sticker from Magda. Her eyes crinkled and she just smiled so big.

The last child was just as difficult to watch. He like the little girl was born with a disability (the older boy was dropped when he was a small child and the doctor’s did a spinal tap). Although Magda didn’t try to diagnose that. He’s almost four but I really thought he was only 11 months at the most. He was on his back on the bed not making any noise when we came in. At first, because he was so bundled I couldn’t really see what was wrong. But when Magda picked him up his head just couldn’t stay up. Then I saw how thin his arms were and his bloated belly. As she lay him on the floor for exercises he kept looking towards his sister and he would start to slide off his little pillow because he can’t hold his head still. He didn’t like his exercises anymore than the little girl. It is very tiring for him because his muscles are not developed. For some reason, when he was born, he needed a feeding tube. When they pulled the tube out they damaged something in his throat. His breathing sounds awful and very painful but they say that it is fine that maybe it is something with his voice. If you think of pictures of malnurished kids in Africa – that’s this kid. So tiny, except for his head, and a very bloated belly. They told us he eats milk and meat and flour. They said he doesn’t like anything else. I worry for that boy and I know that Magda really does. He is so floppy. Somehow he is floppy and stiff at the same time. I don’t understand it. So floppy. But today he made a significant improvement that almost put his father in tears. His father and two older sisters were there and they all wanted to help. The father talked to the boy and held a ball up to him. Sometimes he can grasp a little, squishy ball and today was one of those days. He couldn’t hold it but for a few short seconds. But he wrapped his stiff fingers around it and held it for as long as he could.

So today, essentially what I saw was, Jesus. Jesus walking into people’s homes and showing them how to care for their little children. How to love their children unconditionally. He was making them well little by little. Now I know these kids will never be “normal,” able to do all that we can. They will never win a national championship or make a great speech to the nation. But for some reason, God knit these children in their mother’s wombs. And He loves them so much that He sends Jesus right into their homes. It may not be the way we would have God work but then, if he did what we wanted we would be him and he would be us.

All I know, is that those little children see Jesus and their faces light up with the biggest, purest smiles I have ever seen.

The truth set Xaio Mei free. It also put her in prison.

When she arrived at the His Hands center for pregnant women, Xaio Mei was not living in the truth. She had been delivered to His Hands as a desperate, lost cause with a swollen belly and a lifetime of baggage. And some very unsettling rumors.

She’d arrived in Taiwan only a few months before. She’d basically been purchased from her family in Vietnam as a bride for a man in Taiwan. Her family had been struggling with an overwhelming financial burden, and she’d been willing to help.

After a couple months, Xaio Mei realized she was pregnant, and that there was a possibility that the baby was from the boyfriend she had before she left Vietnam. When she told her husband about the pregnancy, she told him about the boyfriend as well. She was homesick. She missed her family and her country, and she was hoping that her husband would send her back home if he knew that the baby might not be his.

That night, there was a fire in her husband’s house, and two people died.

Her husband’s family accused Xaio Mei of starting the fire, and she couldn’t go home because of the investigation. She eventually ended up at the His Hands center, where she began to hear and experience the Truth of Jesus for the first time. She learned about hope, purpose, and salvation – about the God who loved her despite anything she had done.

Even after the birth of her son, Xaio Mei stayed at His Hands, helping with the other moms and babies. As the investigations continued, she maintained her innocence in the circumstances surrounding the fire. But she was learning about the Truth, and this was transforming her life.

Before one trip back to court, Xaio Mei’s friends at His Hands encouraged her to tell the truth, no matter what the consequences. When she got there, she confessed everything.

In her home culture, if there was a fire in the first years of marriage, it was considered a bad omen and the new wife was returned to her parents’ home. Xaio Mei had been overwhelmed with homesickness, sadness, and loneliness. She had hoped she would be sent home when she told her husband the baby might not be his, but when that looked unlikely, she hoped to secure her return with a small fire. She had started what she hoped would be a little fire in one part of the house, having no idea or intention of it spreading and consuming the entire building. She certainly had not wanted anyone to be hurt or killed, and she’d been deeply saddened by the destruction she had caused to that family.

Despite the circumstances and intentions, Xaio Mei was responsible for the fire and the resulting deaths, and she knew it was time to admit it.

After her confession, Xaio Mei was immediately arrested and taken to a local prison for holding until her sentencing. Her friends and co-workers from His Hands weren’t sure what would happen to her, but whenever they’d go to visit, she was always full of peace and joy. She was shining with hope, serving as an encouragement for her visitors and her fellow prisoners.

Xaio Mei has been sentenced to life in prison, without parole. She has been moved from an open, low-security prison to a much stricter facility. Only her immediate family is allowed to send mail or visit. Her loving friends and Christian family have no access to her, but they continue to pray. Her faith is very young and there are many opportunities for her to lose hope or become discouraged in her lonely walk with Christ, but they hold on to hope that her faith will continue.

Xaio Mei was relieved that she had told the truth, even though it had put her in prison. She couldn’t change what had happened, but she could chose to do what was right. In all the ways that truly mattered, the truth had set her free.

written by a worker walking in a sensitive field

I do a lot of walking here. I sometimes forget that it’s been almost 3 years since I’ve had a car. Taxis and caring, generous friends are my main transportation when I’m going around the city. But in the neighborhoods, walking is the main way I get around. For the most part, it’s an easy way to get from point A to point B.

There are a few factors that can make it interesting, though, such as traffic (usable sidewalks and cars that are aware of pedestrians are not luxuries we can often find here) or the weather (Praise Jesus for rain boots and umbrellas!).

Despite these things, I still (for the most part) enjoy being a pedestrian. Over the course of my time here, I have spent hours walking the streets of my neighborhood, heading to meetings, classes, etc. Each time I’m out, I find myself talking to the Lord. I might be talking about what’s ahead in my day, asking for reminders of His presence, blessing, or help. At times I talk to Him about the people I’m walking past – everyone from businessmen to beggars- and I wonder how they live without hope in Jesus, especially as they face hardships of poverty, sickness, and a culture that shames those who don’t measure up and lacks an understanding of unconditional love.

In all of these walks that I take, I am always thankful I am not walking alone. I have a Father who loves me, who wants to know what matters to me, and who listens as I work through whatever is on my mind and heart at the time.

I will be the first to admit there is room for growth in my walk with the Lord, but I am finding myself in a sweet season of constant conversation with Him. There are plenty of things that I ask the Lord about that haven’t received answers yet (either because He’s not yet spoken or I haven’t tuned in), but the things He’s choosing to speak to me in our “conversations” these days are sweet reminders of the importance of abiding with Him.

An old hymn I grew up with (“In the Garden”) says, “He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own.” And that’s exactly what I need to hear. Every muddy, cold, rainy day that I am traipsing through town, looking over the city I live in, He’s there with me, telling me that I am His own.

He also tells me that His heart is for this to ring true for everyone He’s created. He is above every cultural barrier, every lie and deception the enemy has spread here, and He can call this nation to Him. I pray for more people here to experience the joy of walking with the Lord!

by one Team Expansion worker who prayed

When you pray, God answers. I’d heard that my whole life. However, I had no idea that sometimes when you pray, God makes you the answer to those prayers. A few years ago I visited an unreached country for a 10-day prayer journey. We drove through city after city where there were few or no known Christians.

I remember being deeply impacted by the masses of people who had never heard about the Good News of Jesus. I remember the tears I cried for the people I saw and the desire I had for God to reveal Himself to them. I remember driving past shepherds in their fields and wondering who would ever go and tell them about the Good Shepherd who laid down His life for His sheep.

I remember praying Scripture over the people and feeling overwhelmed by the millions in bondage to a hopeless, empty religion. I was reminded of Jesus’ words, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field” (Matthew 9:37-38).

So I started asking. I decided to take Jesus at His words, trust Him that the harvest is plentiful, and began asking him to send out workers. During the journey I asked God to send believers to each city we visited. After I returned home I continued to pray for the country I visited. I fasted weekly and persistently asked God to send workers who could share the Gospel with the countless faces I saw.

Somewhere over the weeks and months that followed, my prayers began to change. I went from praying, “Lord, please send workers,” to, “Lord, please send me.” I realized that God was answering my prayers for more workers to go to the abundant harvest field by sending me.

I am now living among an unreached people group. I still pray for more workers. I also pray for God to lead me to the harvest I know exists among them. I also thank Him every day for letting me be a part of this incredible journey and to live and work where I do.

God changes nations, churches, governments, and authorities through prayer. But I learned that He changes me through prayer. As I began to pray the things that were on His heart, my heart for the nations grew as did my desire to be a part of what God is doing among those who have yet to hear.

Pray for my country. Pray for the nations. Pray for the unreached. But also listen. God may want to use you to be a part of answering those very prayers.

It’s not a new struggle. Every Christian has to find a balance between living out their faith in a non-threatening way among unbelievers and in boldly sharing the reason for the hope that they have. Every Christian has to find a way to be both safe and dangerous, communal and isolated, gracious and uncompromising.

For Andy and Ana, this struggle is no different. They are living where there are fewer than 30 known believers in a city of 300,000 people. They are there to share the Gospel, but this does not lessen the challenge. If they want to share God’s salvation, they need to do it relationally. To build relationships, they have to be trustworthy. For people to trust them, they have to seem “normal.” And in this culture, a Christ-infused life is simply not normal.

After a few years of language and cultural study, Andy and Ana were desperate for serious friendships. There had been spoken and unspoken barriers for a long time, but they were seeing those walls slowly come down. They wanted to carry life with others. They wanted to be able to slip into deep conversations casually, interacting with a balance of intentionality and comfort, all while carrying their burden to see a nation know God.

With one family in particular, Andy and Ana began to see true bonds of sincere friendship form. The families started running into each other frequently, a true miracle in a city of so many people. The two families began to mesh and meet more and more often, learning how to share life and love each other. Eventually, they even decided to take a vacation together.

The other family knew that Andy and Ana were believers, but during the vacation, they saw what following Christ looks like in everyday life. They observed how Andy and Ana interacted with each other, how they prayed with their children, and how their actions were defined by their relationship with God. All of this was a far stretch beyond the comfort and minimal influence of their own culturally-defined beliefs.

After the vacation, Andy and Ana didn’t hear from their friends for months, despite their repeated attempts to reconnect. They began to fear that their lived-out Christianity had created a barrier too large for their friends to overcome. With sadness, they mourned the loss of friends they had truly come to love.

As they processed a range of emotions, there were even moments when they wondered if they should have downplayed their faith in order to preserve the friendship, but they ultimately knew that this was part of the cost of following Christ. Sometimes, the world – even those closest to them – simply wouldn’t understand.

Then, months later, the two families ran into each other, and plans were made for the ladies to meet again. When the ladies got together, Ana became suddenly bold. She had tried to be “normal” and had lost the relationship anyway. If the friendship was already gone, she might as well get to share the Gospel outright.

It was the best conversation they had ever had. They talked about God – what a relationship with Him looked like, how He had been misrepresented, how He provides joy and strength when nothing else will.  Ana’s friend saw and agreed with new ideas about Christ that she’d never before considered. They both left that day with hearts and minds full of new hope.

From that meeting, Ana walked away stunned at the works of God and with a great sense of conviction. She prayed, “Jesus, I am so sorry for keeping You out so You would not mess up my relationship!” She was reminded of what she came to do, and even though it seems harsh, she knew she did not come to make friends. She came to speak of Christ. This is her mission. She knew God would fill in the other details and give her exactly what she needed.

Andy and Ana learned that they do not want to be in the position again of deciding where and when it is appropriate to speak of Jesus. In one way or another, they want their words and life to always be speaking of Jesus, and they will trust Him to work out the rest.

by a worker in Bethlehem

Several months ago I started a high school soccer team. This started with just posting a flyer on the wall inviting the high school boys to an informative meeting, and to my surprise, almost every boy in the high school showed up. I explained to them in the meeting that they were invited to participate and play in a league which would allow them to go to Tel Aviv. I also explained that they would be the only team in the league from the West Bank. I realized after that initial meeting that most of the boys had not played on a team and a few of them had never played. Since we had less than a month to prepare for the tournament, I am sure many of the boys were not hopeful that they would have a shot at winning, but they still wanted to be part of it because they love the sport.

So we began. We started off by practicing at a small sports facility 20 minutes from Bethlehem. We rode out to the facility three times a week; to practice on a field one fourth the size of the field we would be playing on in the tournament. It was on that smaller field that I began teaching them about the bigger things of life.

During the practice, when any of them ever took short cuts I would teach them the words of our Beloved Savior, “Be faithful with the small things.” Then I would make them go back and do it again. After awhile these Biblical lessons started becoming part of their character. I would also teach them that when you get knocked down you get back up and forgive the person who knocked you down. I never mentioned “Jesus said” and it didn’t matter. I slowly was able to see their character become more likes Christ.

After three weeks of these types of practices, we were ready to head off to the tournament.

One day, we piled in the bus heading to Tel Aviv. Many of these boys had never been outside of the West Bank, so their whole world was being rocked as we rolled through the borders. With uncertain allowance of entry into Israel, I prayed. At the time, it looked like Ahmad had the wheel, but after we rolled through the borders I knew Jesus had it the whole time.

On the bus ride on the way to the tournament I let the boys take a moment to view their surroundings. However, 30 minutes before we were expected to arrive at the tournament, I gave them their pre-game speech. I told them that they can only do so much by themselves but that if they include God in their lives they will be able to accomplish a lot more. I once again quoted them the words of Christ, “Without me you can do nothing.” After I was done with the speech we decided that if we won the tournament, it was clearly by God’s hand and that as a team we would pause and give him the glory.

Finally we arrived to the facility that was hosting the tournament. The boys were shocked to see that the school hosted three full-size soccer fields with beautiful grass and state-of- the-art preparations. It was shocking because Bethlehem has zero full-sized fields, and this school alone had three. I could see intimidation rise up in their eyes, but that quickly settled after we prayed before the games began.

And this is what happened…

We won our first couple of games. We had to beat a few teams before we were qualified to play in the championship. We successfully qualified, but the boys were tired after the first few games and they still had to play the team that had never been beat.

So we started the championship game like we did the others – we prayed and asked God to be with us and that we would be aware of his presence. Then the game began. The first half of the game the boys realized they were going to have to put up a fight if they wanted to win. During the first half of the game they made a few mistakes that made the score 2-2 at half time.

The second half of the game the boys began wearing down their opponent. However, their opponent would not give up because they had never been beat. During the last 30 seconds of the game, the score was tied and there was a corner kick for our team. When I looked out, I saw the boys praying with so much hope and anticipation. Then, the whistle blew and one of my boys kicked the ball. I literally watched the wind carry the ball directly to another one of my players who jumped up, and in the last few seconds of the game headed it into the goal. When that happened the game was over, we did it, WE WON!

I have never seen such joy in the eyes and the hearts of these boys. We all leaped out onto the field and hugged each other with celebration.

After that moment, I didn’t let anyone see me but I walked off to the side and just started crying with joy. I literally watched God take boys that had no opportunity to play on a team before, and in less than a month made them into the team who took first place. God knew they needed it, and what a display of his incredible love for them. Realizing this brought tears of joy to my eyes, and I couldn’t control it even though I tried.

After personally thanking God, I went back to the guys, and we did what we said we were going to do and we prayed together to give God the glory. This moment in my life stands out as one of the most precious moments and I’m certain I’ll never forget it.

No matter what obstacles stand in the way, no obstacle is bigger than Christ. No matter if it is preparing for a tournament with a team who has never played together, or just trusting Christ with the situations going on in our lives, the most important thing to remember is to include Him in all life’s events. When God is being brought the glory there is no situation too great.

Just ask the boys on my soccer team. Even though there were a thousand obstacles against them, we made it through the borders, and onto the field where God taught them the lesson that I’m sharing with you. Through Christ, you can do all things.

Written by a worker who loves and prays for his Muslim friends and co-workers. Join him in praying that those who seek God during Ramadan will find Him.

I got a text message from my teammate, “Ask Ahmad about his dream about Jesus.”

During lunch break, when all of the guys were sitting around at our project site, one of the guys had said, “Ahmad had a dream about Jesus.” While I had heard my teammates re-tell the story told to them at the project site, I asked Ahmad to tell me himself, in his own words, when he came back to the office.

Here’s the dream:

He saw Jesus, and he was dressed in white. He said his clothes were so white, and his beard was very dark. And they were in a field, and it was just the two of them and no one else was around at all. He said Jesus was carrying a little sheep. “Or maybe a goat,” he said. I asked him, “A goat? Was it a lamb?” He said, “Oh, yes, yes, it was a lamb!”

He remembered that Jesus told him to come and embrace him. But every time he would stand up to run to him, he would fall. He would get up again to go to him, but again he would fall. He said “I just kept on falling down, but I knew that if I could reach him, I could embrace him.”

“It was such a good dream, I didn’t want to wake up!” he said.

I asked him if he knew what it meant. He said he didn’t. I told him that I knew, that the Gospels had the answers concerning his dream.

I got my local-langauge New Testament, and we read from John 1: “When John saw Jesus coming toward him, he said, “Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”

Ahmad read from the text, reading far beyond this one verse, reading onto the words of Nathaniel when he says, “Teacher, you’re the Son of God. You are the King of Israel.”

Then we talked about a story that Jesus told, one about a shepherd who had 100 sheep. When one became lost, the shepherd went and found the sheep and brought him back. God is just like this shepherd, not wanting even one sheep to be lost.

Apparently, this dream took place 9 months ago – and only now is he sharing it with us. I think two things about this: first, I reminded Ahmad that I had told him that I am praying that when he prays, God will answer him. I think God is answering. And secondly, he had his dream about the time that we met him for the first time. Even then, in the car on the way to meetings, Ahmad and I talked about Jesus.

I don’t know what God is doing or will do through this – but I urge the Lord to do more. And as we seek to share more about this Lamb of God, this Good Shepherd, would you pray fervently for God to speak loudly, louder than ever. And pray that when Ahmad runs to him, he would not fall, but would embrace Him.

Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, to receive power and wealth, wisdom and strength, and honor, and glory, and praise!

by Tim Stapleton, Team Expansion worker

The young Korean man approached Doug with tears welling up in his eyes. For several minutes he fought to gain enough composure to say what was so obviously weighing heavily on his heart. “I’ve been an engineer at Boeing now for two years. But, to be honest, I’ve wondered, Lord, what do you want with me? It has been an ongoing battle within me. Some Sunday mornings I wake up and think, I don’t want to go today.”

The young man paused before admitting, “This morning was one of those mornings. I almost didn’t come today.”

Tim and Doug, two Team Expansion workers, were visiting a young, vibrant energetic church of brand new believers. Doug was speaking on the theme of Living Dangerously. His sermon on Dangerous Prayers challenged the congregation to ask God to, “Search Me, Save Me and Send Me.”

The man continued his conversation, “I keep seeing the number ‘10-17.’ It’s like that’s my number. And this morning, oddly enough, I woke up and looked at the alarm clock and it said, 10:17.”

He was floored when Doug shared with him Romans 10:17 (actually starting from verse 14): How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!” But not all the Israelites accepted the good news. For Isaiah says, “Lord, who has believed our message?” Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word of Christ.

The young man was adopted from South Korea by an American family. He has lived an extremely comfortable life and his job as an engineer offers an opportunity to live the “American Dream.”

After hearing God’s Word, he responded, “This morning, I realize, I can never ever be content again just working here as an engineer.”

To learn how to live dangerously, listen to or watch Doug’s sermon.

written by Team Expansion’s Global Security Director

Due to my Team Expansion role as Global Security Director, the responsibility for setting up and staffing the “Gatekeeper” position (the security and safety monitor position) for the around-the-clock, week long “Light the Fire” Prayer Vigil became my task. At first I approached it as just another duty and set about scheduling available staff for the hours of coverage for evenings and overnights, realizing that I would have to cover many of the hours myself. I appreciated the idea of the prayer vigil to advance the cause of spreading the Gospel message to the world, but just didn’t think it would be very enjoyable. Goodness was I wrong.

The first shift I worked on a Friday evening included the transfer of the torch from Northside Christian Church to Team Expansion. After the ceremony, it all quieted down with a family of four sitting in the prayer room while I worked my position in the atrium. After a short time, I heard singing coming from the prayer room and it prompted me to sit back and enjoy an amazing time of worship through their voices.

During the subsequent shift hours I worked, I truly enjoyed hours of praying and reading the Bible out loud in the spacious wooden atrium of our building. I found myself being blessed by the time spent in the Scriptures and the periods of praising and worshiping in private time with HIM.

The fifth evening shift that I worked as the “Gatekeeper” involved several people coming in to pray and read the Bible and as 9 PM rolled around, Gary (one of attendees at the ongoing LAUNCH missionary training session at that time) entered for his time in the prayer room. We had become friends but I really knew very little about Gary. We spoke briefly and Gary headed to the prayer room. There was no one else in the building but the two of us.

It had been a long day and I was tired, but suddenly I heard a melodious and amazingly powerful tenor voice coming from the prayer room and rising in worship and praise to the Heavenly Father. It was glorious, and Gary’s singing awakened me fully to the majesty and glory of a true believer communing with his Lord. Not that I had not experienced such a feeling previously, but Gary’s uplifting voice was a true impetus to “Light the Fire” within me. I praised Gary and God for that experience.

When Gary came out of the prayer room I thanked him for the “private concert” and commended him for his fantastic voice. We talked for some time and I believe we both recognized that we are truly brothers in Christ.

Thank you Father for Gary. Thank you Father for your presence in our lives. Thank you Father for using Gary to “Light the Fire” for me at a very difficult time in my life. Thank you Father for coming to all of us at Team Expansion in a wonderful and glorious week!