I was reminded by those who cared about me that it was ok to take time to grieve, and to let that sadness out. I was reminded that the Lord knew my pain, and far from ignoring it, He was mourning with me and was waiting to shoulder my burden if I could humble myself to release it to Him. He reminded me of something we were told early on after arriving here: after all He had done to bring us here, He had not changed His mind just because I was going through a rough time. He was there when we were working so hard to get here, He is here with us now, and He will be here the next time heartache strikes us where we’re vulnerable. We never have to be alone in our sorrow.
Just like that, the last 11 months flew by in a flurry of activity and divine provision, and we once again find ourselves across the country from where we were just a couple weeks ago. We usually have pretty mundane travels, but God determined that this time, that would not be the case.
Prayer matters. It is powerful. When we visit churches, families, and individual people to tell them about our ministry, people seem to offer prayer as the easy way out- like the real commitment to this ministry is the financial one, and if they can't manage that then then can "at least" be in prayer. There are days when this feeling sinks into my own heart as well.
I'll keep This one short and sweet, because if you're reading this, you probably received one of these. Thank you. We are constantly loved on by the family, friends, churches, and supporters that God has surrounded us with. You have a holy knack for timely encouragements, and the Lord has used you all in ways you (and probably we) are not even always aware of, and we thank the Lord for all of you.
So, super exciting news, we've started toward a field! Not just any field, but the very beautiful, very needful country of Papua New Guinea. We've been praying about it for a while, and though we're still open should God choose to send us elsewhere, we feel like this door is one that is open for us.