It has been so long since I blogged last that I find it hard to know where to begin. How do I catch you up on all that has transpired since we hurriedly left Oregon to fly through the night and reach Thelma's side before she passed into eternity?
I had forgotten how exhausting grieving really is. The entire family was together, snuggled around her bedside as we sang hymns and said our 'goodbyes'. Sad it was and yet there is something amazingly beautiful about celebrating a life that has been lived for Christ. How sobering to realize that the torch has been transferred and we are now the generation that must carry it faithfully.
In the weeks that have followed we have settled into a rhythm here in Quincy, Massachusetts. I have to admit that it has been so good to just be in one place. I never anticipated that this furlough would be as tiring as it really was. The majority of nights were spent in a different bed, in a different hotel, in a different town. It was hard.
Yet, we are grateful for the new frienships that we made. God blessed our time in so many ways and we are thankful to him and to the wonderful people we met along the way who are passionate about missions. Indeed, without those people, missionaries like us would have to come back to the States.
And so it is that our eyes now turn toward our return home to Bulgaria. We are anxious to begin a new season there, anxious to hug those that are so dear to us, anxious to see
what God has in store this year for that great country and her wonderful people.
Penned from the porch in Quincy - August 2007
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