I find that I am often frustrated and worried because things have not worked out just as nicely as we would have thought. (We envisioned a much different, i.e. easier, transition than it has been.) It has been hard, really hard for all four of us. Emotionally, physically, psychologically...Just plain HARD. Since we arrived, yes even the first day, I have really been struggling with the reality that God is not my santa and I should not expect Him to be. I know that I shouldn't expect that 'it will all work out because we are doing what he wants us to do'. I know that is not the truth, nor was it promised to me. Ironically, I was reading Foxe's Book of Martyrs in the last few months before our move, and I remember that I said to Jeremiah one evening that all the apostles, save one, and including Paul, were all martyred. Wow. I remember thinking, that there was no reassurance for us. Even if we did emark upon this mission for God, we did not have the promise that we would come out of this without pain. I was really worried about that.
I can happily say at this point that we have yet to feel any real, tangible pain. We have simmered, thats for sure! But we have had food, been able to pay our bills and have not really suffered in any way. In response to this blessing of safety and provision, our faith has begun to take an upswing.

-We are still struggling with the feeling of being on on an extended vacation, and all feel like we are waiting to 'go home'. This is a hard thing for the kids because 'home' to them is in FL and they often comment, sometimes in tears or angry voices, that they want to GO HOME. We are praying to find a home here, one that feels like a home. Please pray with me that we can find that place which will give the kids, a house to call a home for the next 4 years. This is important to us, probably the most important right now. Thanks for listening! I miss you all.