Last 3 weeks in the states

We were supposed to fly here on Thursday the 25th, but after one of our boys had a false positive Covid test (later confirmed as a false positive with another PCR test and antibody testing), we were delayed until Saturday the 3rd. Initially, the news of the positive covid test and subsequent cancellation of flights felt like whip-lash. The bags were all loaded into our van, we’d said many goodbyes and we were ready to rip the bandaid off the next morning. After sitting in shock for an hour or so and after the logistics of flight changes were all ironed out, we settled back in for another 10 days in the states. Let me tell you, what a GIFT from the Lord those extra days were. With the hard work of loading, strapping, labeling and weighing every one of our 25 checked bags and squaring away all our carry-on luggage, there was very little left to do. We hit the ground running checking all the fun things off the list we could think of to do - things we’d hoped to do in our two weeks at home after our training in Virginia, but hadn’t been able to do because of the scramble to get ready. We got extra time with our dear friends and had the house to ourselves as Rob and Lyn had planned a weekend trip to see her family. We cooked fun foods we love (many of which are very hard to find and very expensive here), watched movies, went to movies, got ice cream, enjoyed our last springtime season for a long while, and soaked many an evening away in the hot tub. The week was more needed than we knew and we finally felt rested and rejuvenated, for the first time in months, by the time our new flight rolled around last Saturday. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, and since I was remiss in writing as we were living those three weeks at home and have forgotten many details, here are some memories from our time.

Holding pattern

Our silence on here is a good indicator of how crazy the past couple of weeks have been. Between leaving FPO, juggling luggage and packing acrobatics on a daily basis here and trying to get all the errands run, last minute doctors appointments in and goodbyes said, we feel we’ve had very little down time. We are staying with Josh’s parents and while this extra time with them and all the people we so dearly love here, we agree it would have been much less hard on our hearts to have been able to leave for Kenya straight from Virginia when our training was complete. That’s how it used to work, pre Covid. But now with visa issues largely related to Covid, and the requirement of negative Covid tests prior to international travel, everyone goes home before heading to the field.

After 12 days of mad scrambling, Josh finished loading the van with 22 of our 25 checked bags yesterday afternoon (with just a few more to zip shut and load, including our 14 carryons) around 4:00. We had said some goodbyes, run our last errands and I personally felt, right about the time I saw all the bags in the van, that my heart was ready. That’s a HARD place to get! I felt huge relief that we were finished with the packing part of the process. Things felt complete. I ran upstairs to mess with some stuff and came back down. It was around 5:00. Josh and the boys were sitting in the living room and he told me one of the boys had tested positive for Covid. I thought it was a joke, and asked them multiple times to knock it off. Lyn was standing behind me, so I turned around and asked her to tell me it was a joke. She shook her head to assure me it was not. She hustled over to wrap her arms around me and prayed while I cried. We all sat in shock for about an hour and Josh began the process of trying to reach our travel coordinators in Kenya to get flights cancelled. We worked around every possible scenario to try to get us there anyway, but there’s just no way around it. We can’t go right now. Flights have been cancelled, our kiddo gets retested today at 11:30 (our flight departure time…) and we are praying HARD that this first test was false positive.

Please pray with us. We are discouraged, but have not lost heart. We FULLY trust in the Lord’s sovereignty in this. He’s guided us through every single part of this process, in his providential way, and this is no exception. We may never know the purpose for this delay in timing, but we don’t need to know. There’s simply nothing to be done but to lean into Christ and trust. He’s certainly given us ample opportunity for that throughout the entirety of this now 2 1/2 year process. It’s been one delay, one closed “not yet” door after another, but we will press on, eagerly awaiting the day we can join our Tanzania team, and that will be in His timing, not ours.

No Covid!

Thank you for praying with us! We found out late last night that both teacher’s tests came back negative. We were back into our normal routine today with school for boys and sessions for us. We are so thankful to not have to spend the remainder of our time here tucked away in our quad! We also were able to enjoy the “African worship night” tonight. It was scheduled for last night but during their prep time and practice they made the decision to postpone until tonight in hopes that covid tests would come back negative so all the families could join. It was a wonderful experience, complete with worship songs and a sermon in swahili. It stoked the fire under us, an excitement to get to Tanzania!

Thank you, again, for joining us in prayer.

Urgent prayer request

Church family, prayer partners, PLEASE join us in praying for negative Covid tests for our boy’s teachers. One or more of them is exhibiting symptoms of Covid, and our three youngest boys have been exposed. The staff here is hoping to hear back about the testing by the end of the weekend. If the results are negative, things will resume as normal next Monday. If anyone tests positive, our three youngest boys are to be in quarantine in our extremely small apartment until March 10th (two days before we are scheduled to fly back to Omaha). Elijah and Judah were not directly exposed and neither were we, so for the time being we do not have to quarantine, but that will likely change if the test comes back positive.
It goes without saying, we cannot imagine being quarantined in our tiny apartment for the next two weeks, and there are so many families here effected by this. It looks as if all but one family that are here with children are in the same boat as we are. It would also be a disaster if Covid started spreading on our campus, for so many reasons (political, logistical, etc). Please join us in prayer on your knees interceding on behalf of everyone here, that this testing come back negative! It is growing ever more clear that the enemy is hard at work to throw up every road block he can during this training, as it truly has just been one thing after another. We are weary and I, in particular, feel pretty defeated. However, we take heart knowing that Satan is on a leash. He cannot work outside of God's providence, as we see in Job. In fact, this week our session focus has been about spiritual warfare, God's providence, Satan's limitations and the Lord's triumph over darkness.  How timely. This spiritual battle we find ourselves in the midst of will bring glory to God as he proves once again how his timing and ways are perfect, despite how the outcome appears to us.

Thank you for loving us well with your prayer support. 

Lights out

Friday we got a load of snow. Throughout the night on Friday and well into the day Saturday the temps continued to drop and we had a freezing rain coating everything in a beautiful glistening layer of ice. The downside to this shiny layer was hundreds of thousands of Virginian’s without power for over 24 hours, starting at 11:30 on Saturday morning. The campus has huge backup generators but during the power surge a part was fried, so the maintenance team was scrambling the whole day to track down the part needed. The part was located and installed, but once that was in place several other damaged areas were found that would make staying in the quads over night unsafe, like the fire suppression system. The quads grew colder as the day wore on, but we occupied ourselves playing games, marveling at the ice covered trees, napping and attending a birthday gathering in a quad across campus. We received the unexpected word at dinner on Saturday evening that we were to head back to our quads and pack 2 days worth of stuff and wait to be called to a bus that would take us to a hotel off campus (the downed fire suppression system is why we were not given the option to just tough out the cold in our quads overnight). We’ve been bending over backwards (everyone involved with this training!) to keep this campus free from Covid. We’ve successfully created a Covid free bubble, so leaving campus obviously has now potentially exposed the lot of us (over 200 people) to Covid. Please pray with us that the Lord sustains our health and that leaving campus doesn’t turn us into a “super spreader” location. And praise the Lord for the staff here that scrambled all afternoon to find well over a hundred last minute hotel rooms to accommodate everything from our family (largest family here) to singles, at the same time this area was experiencing a huge influx of electrical workers coming to address the power outages. The staff here really are the cream of the crop, and we are continuously in awe of the logistical skills they have!

We’ve chuckled many times over the past couple of days that the singles and married couples without kids had a very different experience during this time off campus than the rest of us did. Either way, it was an adventure for all, and we were delighted to have the chance to order in and eat Five Guys! The boys are well versed in last minute adventure and packing up quickly, so they really did an excellent job at being flexible. We were relieved to be cleared to return to campus on Sunday afternoon, where we were greeted with sweet little Valentine’s gifts made by one of our director’s wives, and served a delicious Valentines dinner of filet mignon, fries and asparagus (cooked to perfection!) and were able to enjoy some board games with the boys and a couple games for just us two before settling in for the night. Josh stomped me in “greed”, thus the pouty face pic at the bottom. We are settled back into our weekly routine this morning. I drew up a couple pictures on my iPad to describe the weekend to my sister, over text. They can be seen below.

Orientation- Wk 1

We were up by 4am on Monday the 25th to catch our 6:20 flight in Omaha. We had two vehicles piled high with our luggage and plenty of help getting us checked in and walked to security. The flight was delayed after a lady slumped over in her seat from passing out. Between the hot box that was our plane, the lack of airflow during those minutes where you just sit waiting for the plane to start backing away from the gate, and having to wear masks, we were all feeling the stuffiness getting to us. This poor gal fell sideways into the isle, stopped by the arm rest of her seat. Josh raced to aid the airline staff in assessing the situation, where they lifted her out of her seat and laid her in the isle. Josh held her head and waited for her to come to, while checking vitals. She came to and confirmed she’d never passed out or had a stroke or anything of the sort. We waited while they escorted she and her husband from the flight, and then we were on our way. Our connection was in Charlotte, NC. Our layover was so short we had to run from one gate to the next, forgetting Zeke’s gate checked carseat in the mix of the chaos. We still haven’t gotten a call back after leaving a message with the lost and found, which is a shame, since we learned since then that the ticket checkers were wrong and the carseat could have been used in a plane seat. It didn’t even need to be gate checked. We arrived in Richmond, VA on time and were bussed to the campus, where we were checked in, had a health screening done and were given a lunch, much to our relief! We all conked for a couple hours and had a slow evening of unpacking and settling in.

This past week has been filled with ups and downs. We are fully settled in to our “quad” apartments, where we’ve spent 23 of the 24 hours of each day over the past week. Each day was filled with live streamed sessions, but our internet is incredibly spotty, so we’ve unfortunately caught only 70% or so of what was presented. We have scheduled outside time, as we’ve been in quarantine this first week, to be sure no one came in with Covid. We are allowed to go without masks while in our quad apartments but wear masks when we are in the “common room” with the other quad residents. We (the entire campus full of 200+ people) were all tested on Friday and everyone came back negative, except for me. My first test was invalid because the wrong reagent was used - it came back positive, the accident was discovered, it was retested and came back negative but they called me back in to repeat. The second test was negative, but the false positive was still reported to public health. It turned in to a whole debacle and ultimately Josh and I had to drive off campus in a loaner van to an urgent health clinic where I had a PCR swab done. The turnaround time for testing here is 2-4 days, so we were anticipating not being able to attend class until Wed, at the latest. We prayed our hearts out that the test would come back before Monday, and we got the results this morning! Not surprisingly, the test was negative. We rejoice that we get to join the rest of the folks in class tomorrow!
The storm system that dropped 12-15 inches of snow in Omaha the day we flew out rolled over us overnight and throughout this morning. We accumulated about 6 inches, which apparently is VERY unusual for here. So unusual, in fact, that I’ve had grounds to harass my mother-in-law and husband all day because they swore it wouldn’t snow or get very cold here. They lived here with Josh was between 7-9 years old. We had a full half dozen conversations about the weather here over the past several weeks where they were insistent, so I feel pretty good about being vindicated in my insistence that it was going to be cold here and that we wouldn’t be quite adequately prepared for it if we left our best cold weather stuff behind - which they insisted we do. There was a lot of insisting - they won the packing battle, but I won the war. Well, sort of. I was right, but we are NOT prepared for this kind of weather! See images below for proof - but also proof that we will play in the snow, prepared or not.
Josh and the boys are running around in the cold, dark, wet out of doors before we settle the boys in for the night in prep for an earlier start in the morning than any of us are used to. It’s up at 6:00, health check at 7:00, breakfast in the cafeteria (our first meal IN the cafeteria instead of out of to-go boxes from the cafeteria) and then boys checked in to classes by 7:45, and us in class by 8:00. We are excited for the normal orientation experience to start, and to not have to battle horrible internet connection anymore!

Busiest week, EVER!

Tuesday afternoon the 19th through Friday evening the 22nd were some of the busiest days we’ve experienced in all of the moves we’ve done over the years. When we were in the Air Force, a team of packers and movers would show up, box all our stuff, load it onto crates, nail those crates shut and seal them with tape that bore our signatures. Those crates weren’t opened until they arrived at our house at the next destination. We purged our household stuff before and after each of those moves, but generally didn’t have to pick and choose carefully over what was going.  It all just went. This move required more logistical brain work than I have ever had required of me. I’ve mentioned this before, but will break it down even further here:

  1. Stuff to send to Africa - this is stuff that will hopefully last a decade or longer, as we desire to be on the field until we are retirement age, or longer Lord willing. We loaded some furniture and a wood shop of tools to make the furniture we couldn’t take, which we are really excited about (our team expressed need for wood shop tools, so it was fun to be able to pick these out knowing they will get good use). For 9 months or so I frequented the local thrift stores for clothes and shoes for boys to grow into (some will be able to be found there, but we’ve been told it’s a challenge, and to bring it if we can). We were told to bring any small appliances we can fit that will aid in food prep for the drastically different market situation we’ll be getting to know, and we packed up my sewing and leather work stuff to hopefully use for ministry, including my grandpa’s WWII steampunk chest full of flax linen (that cannot be found in Africa) for household needs and skirts for the team ladies and for the local woman (if I can establish that this is culturally appropriate. I’m convinced leather and a good strong linen fabric are as versatile in their usefulness as strong super glue or duct tape. The more folks we talked to that are on the same timeline as us and will be in training with us, the more we realized how unique our situation is. Most locations will not ship crates or a container, and many of the families are much younger, and have fewer members. Being able to crate stuff to send was a HUGE blessing, but also a significant burden. It’s almost impossible to anticipate what our needs will be long term and we know for certain we’ll get that container and realize that some of the stuff was a waste of space, and others should have been added instead. We know this is impossible to avoid, but our frequent conversations with team members gives us hope that we will be prepared, and we know the Lord provides, so even if our container sinks to the bottom of the ocean we won’t be in need.

  2. Long term storage trailer - we purchased a trailer for a few family heirlooms we wanted to save but then quickly realized that the more we can pack into it, the less we’ll have to resupply when we come home on furlough. We hope to purchase a small home that will serve as a respite and landing pad for when we are back on home assignment every few years. Every M that we’ve talked to up to this point has emphasized how beneficial it can be to have our own space for our family to rest. We will tuck away the money we made from the sale of our home in Bellevue, and look for something to purchase in a few years. We packed our trailer to the gills and know opening it will be an interesting project, as much of what we saved may not be relevant by that time, and some of the things we got rid of will have been very useful. But again, trying to wrap our brains around what we might need is nearly impossible.

  3. Get rid of - this was a hard category for me, as I’m a saver. I wouldn’t consider myself a hoarder, but I’m no Marie Kondo. I have ridiculous nostalgic attachment to some things we own. While I’d done an inventory of our house a couple of times throughout the summer and even in recent months, as well as going through cabinets and closets to empty them out, I was NOT prepared for the amount of work it was to sift through what remained after the truck pulled away. There were things that were donated to a thrift store or given to family or friends that I wish could have fit into the trailer, but some of them are better of being used and enjoyed than tucked away in the darkness for the foreseeable future. All of my house plants (I am a bag lady, but I’m also a plant lady) had to go, as it’s illegal to take any flora outside the U.S. I tried to figure ways around this, but there is no legal route to be taken. Francey, Lyn and my sister’s sister-in-law Jaime, my sister in law Cara and my Great Aunt Jacque have all my beloved plants now residing in their homes. I did repot a few into cheap pots so I could crate my favorite plant pots to send to Africa. There’s a nursery there and I am hoping to find some beauties to put in those pots to brighten our space there.


    I sit finishing this post on Sunday the 31st. I’ll abruptly cap this off and start a new post about what the past week here on campus in VA has looked like for us.



Freedom

It’s gone. The truck with our household goods we are shipping to Africa pulled out of our driveway about noon today. After the truck pulled around the corner and disappeared out of sight, Josh threw his hands in the air and proclaimed, “FREEDOM!” And then we just stood there for a couple of minutes to gather in all the rest of the junk we have to get done. We are just so tired. The scramble the last two weeks to prep for the movers has our energy levels totally tapped out. Trying to prep a house for 6 different packing categories while still living in it with 5 little boys is a serious challenge: training in VA in the winter, Language training in Kenya in the winter, Tanzania before our shipping container arrives (HOT weather!) are the three suitcase categories we have, and then a household shipment to go to Tanzania, a long term storage trailer to stay here, and a ever growing “get rid of it!” pile. Goodness it’s a lot of work. So, the shipment is done. Our chore for the remainder of this week, before we fly to VA training early on Monday, is to get the house emptied out and clean, strategically pack all our luggage and figure out what of it needs to go to VA training with us and what needs to stay here until we come back for one week in March before flying to Kenya. We learned today that the many many MANY pounds of green coffee beans we bought to roast are not allowed to be shipped, so…..we are adding 3 extra suitcases to our entourage to house the beans safely and we’ll just pray that customs is ok with our answer to their question about what they are for, “for roasting”. Ironically, we cannot acquire good coffee beans in Africa because all the good ones are exported, so buying imported beans here in the states and taking them with us is the option we are left with. We’ve been doing test roasting for months and found some favorites and bulk ordered them. Anyway, we worked through this afternoon and hope for a good night sleep and energy for tomorrow, and then following days.

Beginning Goodbyes

This transition is going to be HARD! Our family has made 3 overseas moves and many more domestic moves, so moving isn’t new to us, but this move is proving to be a different animal. The last 3 1/2 weeks have been a whirlwind, and the pace will continue right up until we fly out for our training in Virginia in the wee morning hours of the 25th.

Here’s what our life has looked like since finding out the our training was given the green light:

Dec 15th - green light, with subsequent weeping and shock for me (Rebekah) - I was certain we’d be here until April.

Christmas - we did very little packing and prepping over the Christmas and New years Holiday’s because we had family in town and have always been firm in our beliefs that relationships are preeminent. We enjoyed our Christmas season with family, but doing very little packing and prep proved to be hard on my circadian rhythm, which has been significantly disrupted since we found out we’re finally going. The gears in my head are ever in motion during the day, late into the night and then fire back up sometimes by 4:00 in the morning. I’m very tired.

Josh worked Christmas day, the 29th and the overnight shift of the 31st.

Christmas day we had Josh’s family her for the morning festivities, and then he took off for work at noon, as one of his co-workers graciously took the morning part of his 24 shift for him. I spent Christmas evening at Rob and Lyn’s where we had a delightful charcuterie board dinner and watched Muppets Christmas Carol. The boys and I came home around 7:00 to find that Cherry had torn open and devoured 3 expensive packages of dark chocolate treats we’d been given for Christmas. I put boys to bed and called Josh, and we worked together through how to manage the next few hours with her. The math we were doing told us she had consumed a very concerning amount of chocolate that could prove fatal. I spent the next 4 hours sitting up with her, waiting for symptoms of chocolate toxicity to set in. Long story short, she did fine, because our mental math was wrong - she would have had to consume 10x the amount she did to be in any danger at all. She just had a gut ache. The induced vomiting I put her through simply made her gut ache worse.

My dad came to visit from the 28th to the 1st. It was his second to last of 7 straight months of visits. Our countless conversations about the preciousness of the Gospel and what that looks like our daily lives was a good steady spark in my processing through uprooting to move to Africa. These conversations and the memories with him over this past year are priceless.

Jan 1st Josh and I did a murder mystery dinner evening with Josh’s parents and two sisters that are in town. It was a RIOT and was much needed laughter amidst a stressful time. We listed our house this same day, and much of the day was spent on email and phone getting all the details squared away with the listing agent.

Sunday the 3rd we had a bunch of guys heft our massive dresser up the basement stairs to put it in our long term storage trailer. After breaking their backs with that job, they hauled out our Turkish hutch from the dining room. We were so grateful for their servant hearts. I spent the rest of the afternoon depersonalizing the dining room in preparation for an afternoon full of showings schedule for Wed. Once it was disassembled I sat in the chair in the corner and had a good hard cry. This is all just so hard. By nature, I’m a bury roots type. My nostalgic attachment to things that we own can get me in trouble in times like these. We also said goodbye to our sister, Cara, as she loaded up to head back down to Texas.

Monday, Lyn came and worked through our boys laundry for us. Josh and I were busy that day bustling about packing, running errands, dropping off donation stuff, and doling out some of our belongings we were going to no longer keep. That night we enjoyed dinner with Jonathan and Esther Sundman. When we were asking for volunteers to go through our 6 months New Testament study program with us (a requirement by our sending company), they excitedly and gracious stepped up to the plate. We grew close to them through that process and they’ve spoken into our lives in countless ways over the past 18 months that we’ve been growing closer. After they left, we began the long process of pulling out every last article of the boys clothing, sorting it and putting it into 4 categories: clothing for the next few weeks, clothing for training in VA in the winter, clothing for language training in Kenya (in Kenya’s winter months) and clothing for the couple of months we’ll be in Tanzania (HOT weather!) before our crate arrives. These different packing categories for JUST clothing are only a tiny slice of the logistical insanity.

Tuesday the 5th we hosted a last minute breakfast with a precious sister-in-Christ with whom we’ve done some college ministry stuff here. A couple we’ve also worked with came, but were surprised to find we were moving, and to Africa! They had no idea we were leaving, which made for a funny morning as they walked in on a house torn apart, boys clothes covering the entire living room floor. Our conversation was good and as we drew breakfast to a close, as the to-do list was looming in both our minds. Julie took our older boys to the park a while to play and then headed out after we said our final goodbyes. It was a busy day of work and that evening we loaded up Cherry and took her to Josh’s parent’s house, her new home. She’s been a heck of a dog for us these past 4+ years. The gentlest giant of a dog I’ve known. We left from their house and attended our small group, where our sweet community prayed over us and our upcoming uprooting. We came home to a quiet house, with no Black Cherry to greet us, and it was sad.

Wednesday morning I popped awake at 4:15 and accidentally woke Josh up. Neither of us could get back to sleep, so after a while he said a sleepy good morning and headed down stairs to continue prepping the house for the showings. We plugged away throughout the morning and the boys and I headed over to the his parents house by about 10:00. He showed up at 12:00, after putting some finishing touches on the house while our gracious cleaners, Lupe and her sister Bernice, made things sparkle. Our afternoon at Rob and Lyn’s was restful and it felt very freeing to be out of the house and not have the option to work on anything there for a while. Nap time was stressful with a whacked out two year old, confused about all the change. He and I crashed for a while together on the bed in their guest room. Having only had about 4 hours of sleep the night before (and not more than 5 or 6 for the many nights before) I ached with fatigue and was hopeful for a solid nap, but having the chance to feel him breathing and watch him sleep peacefully next to me was worth the lack of a solid nap. He woke intermittently and made a sleepy but intentional eye contact with me many times throughout that restless hour of napping. Poor guy hasn’t a clue what is coming.We rounded up the crew around 3:30 and drove to a trampoline park across town, to meet with our precious friends, the Padilla’s, to celebrate (belated) Luke’s birthday with them with and evening bouncing followed by 5 guys for dinner. We came home sore, to a spotless house that had just been seen by 8 different couples, put the boys to bed and soaked our old bones in the hot tub for a while. In the time we sat soaking, we heard from our listing agent of 2 offers, read through them carefully, asked her council, accepted the cleanest of the two offers and praised the Lord for his provision. I then cried hard as Josh reminded me of the Lord’s promises. We couldn’t believe that our house sold after ONE afternoon of showings! The buyers are offering us asking price and asking NOTHING of us. It’s truly a miracle! Even now we are still blown away by his provision of this sale. 

Thursday we were back to it with the packing and prep. The list of to-do’s keep me awake at night and springs me awake early in the mornings, all the while he keeps saying, “It’s fine. We are doing just fine!” And he means it. Yes, the mountain of musts is high, but the Lord continues to provide time and energy to get things done. My dear friend, Francey, came over to soak in the hot tub with me during the boys’ quiet time. We talked the afternoon away, rejoicing over the Lord’s provisions, but deeply sad about the impending goodbye we will have to say. She tapped me on the shoulder the very first Sunday we attended church at Emmaus, and said she noticed we were new there. Our connection with one another happened quickly and the depth of our friendship has grown exponentially as we’ve walked intentionally together through some very difficult trials in each others lives these past 3 1/2 years.



Friday morning I began the long avoided and much dreaded task of emptying my closet of every clothing item I own. The first order of business was to separate out the clothing that just needed to go. After a long while of this and not much progress Josh enthusiastically came to help. I didn’t want his help, but knew I needed it. It’s just stupid clothes, but it’s so difficult to work through all the categories and sizes and what might be needed or wanted when we come home on our first furlough in 3 or 4 years. I need the hot weather clothes for Tanzania before our crate shipment arrives and then the cold weather clothes for our training in VA and language school in Kenya (winter months). Get rid of, store in the trailer, take to training in VA, language school and pre crate Tanzania. I’m good at sorting and categorizing and have much practice doing this over the years for road trips, but this is on a whole other level! A friend of Joel’s came to play from 12-4. They are two peas in a pod and the goodbye was heartbreaking. Joel curled up on my lap on the couch and cried hard after Jay left. Moving with babies and toddlers and really young kiddos was difficult, but we are newbies to moving with boys that have established deep friendships. It’s going to rough trying to work through our own grief as well as helping them work through theirs. Later that evening my Dad and Mel and my Uncle Karl and Aunt Jacque came into town. I haven’t seen Karl and Jacque in almost a decade and it was SUCH a neat time together! They loved the boys, and we all sat up late into the night playing board games and laughing hard in our sleepy stupors. 

Covid time

We received that call in August while on vacation in Montana, the one that told us our training was being pushed to January. It was disheartening for sure, but we quickly switched gears and have been relishing the extra time with precious family members and beloved friends. Our autumn season looked much more normal than we’d anticipated it would, and the day for our previously projected house closing and then the start date of our November training came and went. I noted them in my mind, mentioned them to a close friend and was thankful as each passed that we’ve been gifted this extra time to soak up the people around us. We made a trip out to Colorado to see my mom and her husband and my sister, brother-in-law and niece. It was sweet time with these loved family members and I’m thankful for the memories and pictures of our time there! My dad has been out as often as he can be, which has ended up being nearly once a month since July. It’s been a true treat to have him around so much and get to know him better. His frequent visits are going to make that separation ever more difficult, but it’s well worth it, for sure!

We would have been starting our 3rd week of training in Virginia, had we not been delayed in August. Our sending company continues to move us forward in the process, despite the fact that things grow more uncertain as each day passes. Rising Covid numbers in each state and the subsequent tightening of restrictions may not even allow for the Jan training to happen as we’d hoped. Despite this, the company proceeded with the “Appointment” week this past week, and we are officially appointed to go. It’s exciting, if a little anti-climactic. This sending ceremony is done in person with any friends and family that can make the flight to wherever the ceremony is held. It’s a huge milestone in the process. Ours looked quite different than it has for the dozens of previous years. The meetings leading up to it, and the ceremony itself were all virtual, so it didn’t feel as much like a milestone as we’d hoped. Never-the-less, we press on, knowing that Covid time is in-fact the Lord’s time. We are comforted knowing that he remains on His throne and has not been blind sided by any of this crazy process. There are 500+ missionaries with our specific company that are stateside right now, waiting for their host countries to open back up. There remains a back-log of appointed missionaries waiting for their countries to open to U.S. citizens. What a great God we serve, one that knows and ordains. He is mighty and will unfold his plan for our lives as well as every one else’s when it is the time for us to know.

Currently, we are scrambling to re-list our home. We’ve spend the past 4 days frantically checking items off a list given to us by a “stager” who works for our listing agent. We decided to go the agent route this time, as our timeline is much more abbreviated than it was in the summer when we listed the house as for sale by owner. The listing agent is confident we will have no problem selling quickly, for which we are thankful. We’ve been given a Dec 1 date to anticipate an answer about an invite to the training in January. Since there are two “classes” of missionaries now scheduled for that same time, they are decreasing the number going by whoever’s countries are open to Americans as of December 1st. This, of course, does not guarantee said countries don’t close their borders after Dec 1, but there had to be some way to decide who would go, and who would get bumped further down the timeline. We went in to our Appointment week hopeful that we’d get the green light on Dec 1, but learned that our destination country, Kenya for language training, is less likely to be a problem than the state of Virginia is at this point. With the tightening of restrictions that happened just over a week ago, it appears as though if training were schedule for right now, it would not happen. The prayer, please join with us, is that the Gov walks back the restrictions in time for us to make it to training. We are SO eager to go!

Here’s a little timeline of logistics to make your head spin:

-Dec 1 - we find out if Kenya is open to Americans - if it is, we get the invite to January training
-If we get the invite on Dec 1, we proceed with listing our house (unless our company decides to cancel training again, due to a number of factors).
-we MUST be under contract on the house by Dec 25th. We asked during appointment week, and it sounds like there’s not much flexibility in this timeline. If we are not under contract by then, we cannot go to training.
-our company said they don’t expect restrictions to be walked back until after the holidays. If we are under contract when we need to be and then either Kenya closes back down or restrictions are not lifted, not allowing us to crate our belongings and head to training, we will be selling our home and looking for a place to live until the training in April. When we weren’t sure we’d be in the house past the last of Oct, we looked into short term rentals, only to find none. There are no “missions houses” in the this area, and at this point in time we aren’t actually sure where we’d live.

I’ll spare the details of why this makes my heart race - you can fill in the blanks of adding a mid winter in-town move prior to two overseas moves. It’s daunting to say the least. A logistical nightmare, to be sure! But, again, we are fully confident it’s all been mapped out - we just walk forward in obedience and faith, knowing he’s already paved this road for us! I say this as much for you, the reader, as I say it for myself. I have to keep these truths at the fore-front of my mind, by the minute!

To throw another complication in the mix, my vertigo has been sneaking in fairly regularly for the past month or so. My hearing in my left ear has tanked in the past couple of weeks, and coupled with the vertigo it’s a pretty tell-tale sign that something is amiss. These types of symptoms have always preceded a long several months of bad Meniere’s flare, but they have not always led to a flare, if that makes sense. I’ve been told by every specialist I’ve seen that there’s nothing I can do to prevent a flare if it’s coming down the pike. We know that stress plays a major roll, but I’ve been told firmly by my physicians that I am not to blame it on stress. Stress doesn’t cause Meniere’s, but it certainly contributes. So all we can do at this point is wait, and pray fervently for the Lord to spare me a flare that could potentially keep us from training and moving forward in this process for several months. But again, we rest, knowing full well, that there is simply nothing that surprises him. There are no details he doesn’t know. I’m deeply thankful to have a husband that continuously speaks truth and encouragement to me during times like these, when he, no doubt, can recognize a bit of panic creeping in to my worry prone heart.

We wait, anxious to see what the Lord has written for us, trusting that he will hold us fast. Here are the lyrics to a song that speaks deeply to my heart in this, and really every season of life.

When I fear my faith will fail, Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail, He will hold me fast.
I could never keep my hold through life's fearful path;
For my love is often cold; He must hold me fast.

He will hold me fast, He will hold me fast;
For my Saviour loves me so, He will hold me fast.

Those He saves are His delight, Christ will hold me fast;
Precious in his holy sight, He will hold me fast.
He'll not let my soul be lost; His promises shall last;
Bought by Him at such a cost, He will hold me fast.

He will hold me fast, He will hold me fast;
For my Saviour loves me so, He will hold me fast.

For my life He bled and died, Christ will hold me fast;
Justice has been satisfied; He will hold me fast.
Raised with Him to endless life, He will hold me fast
'Till our faith is turned to sight, When He comes at last!

He will hold me fast, He will hold me fast;
For my Saviour loves me so, He will hold me fast.

Missions - gearing up to leave, part 2 - holding pattern

We left for a 2 weeks road trip/family reunion through Northern Wyoming and Montana at 4am on August 4th. We left the house in good hands for those two weeks - hands who showed it to potential buyers for us once, collected mail, watered plants, mowed the lawn, etc. We left the house knowing we’d come back and have to hit the ground running to get packed up by our end of Oct. closing date that was agreed upon with our buyers, one of the first few folks that had looked at the house initially. We signed an electronic contract while on the trip and were relieved to have the home sale bit behind us. I’m a home body, we really all are to some extent, but I, in particular, love to travel but I really love to be home. Returning home from a long trip is wonderful. It’s bittersweet to return home knowing I’m back just to start disassembling the home we’ve built here and I knew it would be difficult for me to return from being gone for two weeks this go-round.

The trip was wonderful! I’ll devote a separate post to that. 5 days after we signed a contract with our buyers, and the last Friday of our trip Josh got an early morning call from our consultant from our sending organization. He’s the one that has processed through our entire application and moved us from one stage to the next in this now 2 year process. The news was hard to swallow - our November training has been cancelled, we are being pushed to the training at the end of January, but we are being told to hold that timeline loosely as well, as January training may be cancelled also. To shorten the explanation of why they are delaying us, there’s a large backlog of missionaries waiting to leave the States with no countries to let them in. Borders are closed to Americans because of Covid, and while some are accepting Americans, they are few and far between. There’s no sense in bringing in dozens more missionaries to train when there’s no where for them to go. There’s more to it than that, but we trust that the leadership of the organization has put long hard hours of prayer and deliberation into their decision. Our language school and the international school that the boys would be attending during our language training (we will homeschool at our final location, but are unable to devote the time to schooling them while doing language school ourselves - company policy) are both closed for the remainder of the calendar year. All schools in the entire country are closed. We aren’t sure yet wether they will open schools in this country at the beginning of 2021.
This was hard news to process so early in the morning and only a few days before returning home to get working on packing up the house. I had just started to feel ready to return home and get working. I could feel my fist grip on our current season of life loosening and my heart feeling more ready to move on, and I have continued to have to reorient my thinking, even these few weeks later, about what life looks like right now. It’s not negative, just different than expected.

The first order of business for Josh was to call his hospital admin and pray they hadn’t filled his position yet. We received an answer back quickly that they were relieved he’d be staying on for at least a few more months, and were just gearing up to hire a recruiter to find a replacement for him. Praise the Lord that he still has a job! The second order of business was to think through our housing situation. We made too hasty a decision to notify the buyers right away and ask to be released from the contract. We didn’t think or pray through this enough and could have handled it differently in those first few hours/days. As we talked through our option, the thought of moving into a month to month rental while trying to figure all the logistics of homeschooling, packing for two overseas moves on an unknown timeline and navigating an Omaha winter with 5 boys in an unfamiliar space was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. We felt really badly about putting them in the position we did and told them outright that we wouldn’t take legal action and if they wanted to take legal action we would bow out and find somewhere else to live. It took some time for stuff to sink in for them, just as it did with us, and they agreed to release us from the contract. We still feel badly about it all, but we are so grateful for the Lord’s mercy in this situation and that we are in our home at least until the end of the year.

We are proceeding forward, a little more slowly that we expected, with prepping to leave. The process hasn’t totally stopped, we are just pushed back a few months, with the potential of being pushed back more. It was reassuring to talk to our team, all who are stuck stateside right now, and hear that this was a bit of a relief for them, as they aren’t sure when they will be allowed to return to the country and were feeling concerned about how they would prep for two large families and a single to come onto the team all at once. Honestly, personally, after the initial grief of the delay wore off, I was relieved to have more time with family and our community of believers here. Covid has put a wrench in our plans to travel and see family, and still does to some extent, but this extra time and slower autumn season than we were expecting, gives us extra time to plan visits and not feel hurried to cram stuff in amidst all the other chaos.

So that is where we are at now. We are doing a normal semester of school with the boys after expecting that it would be abbreviated and incomplete, and are soaking up time with family and loved ones.

Missions - gearing up to leave, part 1

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I’m stretched out along our patio loveseat taking in this sticky midwest evening. The crickets have found their evening rhythm, the cicadas join the song every now and then, the robins are singing their goodnight lullabies, the hot breeze is blowing through our beautiful trees and dozens of fireflies are flitting their way around the yard. Cherry is on guard, with ears perked, ready to charge any bunny who dares venture out after their bedtime. We only have a short time left to call her ours. She is a remarkably good dog. Really, almost the best they come. I recognize that, but I do think that it’s been the Lord’s mercy that I haven’t grown very attached to her. I didn’t expect it to be that way, as I was very attached to all my family pets growing up, but I’m thankful that hasn’t happened with her as it would make the leaving even harder. Still, it’s sad. She’ll go to Josh’s parents who adore her and will spoil her rotten, and that helps my heart.
We listed the house yesterday and with is has come a tidal wave of emotions for me. I broke down as we discussed the various people who want to come look at it tomorrow, letting tears soak my face as I told Josh, “it’s just so painful”. He tenderly apologized that he couldn’t completely relate with what my heart felt, as he doesn’t feel as deeply about these things as I do. He later told me that he feels that’s the Lord’s mercy, that it’s a gift, and I agree with him. He’s a rock for me in our moves, he’s always been. He moves on from one place to another with full confidence that the Lord has gone before us, preparing a place for us, just as he’s always proven to do. It helped my heart to hear his reminder of this, even as we prepare to leave being this near to family. I’ve grown to love this house. We bought it because it was within walking distance of Josh’s parents and after being so far from family for so long, that was a deal maker for us! (Plus, the yard is INCREDIBLE! And, I’m proud to say, we’ve made it better than it was.)

I don’t have time to go back and read my previous posts, but I don’t believe I explained our timeframe for being overseas. Josh and I have never felt the Lord was calling us to stay in the States for long after leaving the military. We’ve been praying since the very beginning about being career missionaries, retiring off the field, or not retiring at all. Africa will be our home, we hope, just as much as America is right now. We are naive and who knows if this will happen as the Lord is the one who directs our steps, but we are following in obedience, feeling like this move is much more final than any of our previous. We will return to the States from time to time, but only for shorts stays. With that in mind, we ordered a cargo trailer from a local company several weeks ago after discussing what to do with the family heirloom furniture and belongings we didn’t want to give away or donate. There are enough large pieces, and monthly storage units are expensive enough that it made more sense to just order a trailer. Josh’s oldest brother kindly agreed to keep it on his large acreage in Wyoming. Josh picked it up a couple of days ago, and reality sunk in even a little more with its arrival. We’ve shifted gears a bit in our thinking about what to pack into it. Initially it was only going to be for family heirlooms but we are hoping to put way the money we take from this house until we are ready to come home on “furlough” (home assignment) in 3-4 years and buy a little bungalow of a house to have for when we return to the States every now and then. Many of the missionaries we’ve spoken to have little homes like this, and it’s been recommended to us by them and “senders” from here that have close relationships with missionaries who are regularly returning to the States for short stays. So, now the thinking is “how much can we fit in there?” The more furniture that we can’t take to Africa with us, but that we can fit in the trailer, the less we have to buy if we do end up purchasing a little house. There’s something to be said for leaving nothing behind and having no “tethers”, but the Lord has mercifully given us peace about this decision and it’s honestly been a relief to my heart to know there will be a trailer here with some of the pieces of furniture that hold dear memories for us - things we’ve had since the very beginning of our marriage, and some even from before. Our custom made Amish crib, changing dresser and rocker will go in, to hopefully be passed down to one of our boys when they begin a family. All our boys have slept in that crib. All have been nursed and rocked in that chair.

We are allowed a certain number of “crates” that will load into a shipping container. We are very familiar with the odd size of these crates from all our overseas military moves, so we are trying to frame our packing around our knowledge. Our location is unique for this, as many only allow what can be carried in a suitcase. Talk about leaving everything behind! Our team on the ground there has been incredible with helping us know what would be beneficial to bring and what to not bother with. Our bikes have to stay as the roads are heavily pockmarked and traffic is NOT safe, and that is a sad thing for all of us. We love our bikes! But they will be waiting in the trailer for when we are back on home assignment. The majority of the other stuff that has to stay are the various items I’ve used to decorate our many homes. I’ve had to constantly be checking my heart in this matter, as I’ve grown quite attached to these objects, simply because they are familiar and they hold deep nostalgic value to me. This isn’t inherently bad, but I have to be careful how much value I am placing on them, as it’s all just stuff. I need to be able to let it go. That being said, it will be really strange to “set up shop” without the majority of our familiar things that have always made my boys say, “Now it looks like home!”
My precious friend and I, (the wife of the other family that is teaming with us and arriving on the ground just a couple of months ahead of us) have been immensely blessed by the openness, time, energy and thought put into the Marco Polo messages from the ladies on the team in the village, helping us understand the local cuisine, what to bring as comfort food if there’s crate space, what the dress code is and how much clothing to pack if possible and various other details. I’m certain I would feel like I was floundering without the countless hours they’ve put in to answering our questions and popping on every now and then to tell us something they thought of! What a tremendous blessing! With some of the knowledge they gave us way back in February/March, I picked up my sewing game and decided to buckle down and learn to sew garments. I’ve dabbled in it now and then, but aside from simple 3 pattern piece baby shorts and the baby booties I used to make, I’d never used a cut out pattern and packet of instructions to put something together. I’ve always had a love for anything made from flax linen, and started searching the web for linen skirts. Linen, if you aren’t familiar with how it wears, is lightweight, flowy, incredibly breathable, dries relatively quickly and gets softer and drapes more beautifully with every wash and wear. Problem is, though it was the run of the mill garment cloth way back when, it’s become quite expensive, and handmade garments made from it that are available online are often unaffordable, especially in the floor length skirt styles I was looking into. So, I hunted for a pattern and fired up my sewing machine. Many, MANY skirts later, my linen addiction is flourishing and I’ll have skirts to share and enough new knowledge base that perhaps I can make them for the women there. I have no idea if that’s a thing, but I hope it is! What fun it would be to introduce a fabric that isn’t available there, in a style they aren’t accustomed to. Again, I’m naive to how much of this works. We may get there and I may find it laughable, the hours I spent sewing cute skirts. But they’ve been fun, Josh loves them, and I’ve learned a great number of skills to put to use should be have trouble finding clothing there, which we’ve been told can be tricky.

It’s late, it’s well past my bedtime and I am currently scratching mosquito bites more than I’m typing, so off to bed I go. I suppose this is just part 1 of “gearing up to leave”.

Missions - we must go.

My previous post, “Missions - how’d we get here?” contains in depth description of how on earth we got to where we are now.

Oct 2018 - Our first conversation with the company that is sending us was during the last few months of my pregnancy with our fifth beautiful son, Ezekiel. That pregnancy overhauled my body, and left me couch ridden with debilitating vertigo for all but a handful of days of my third trimester. I was driving home from an OB appointment when a vertigo attack hit a couple miles from home. I prayed my way down the streets, pulled into the driveway, fumbled my way into the house and shooed my son off the couch where Josh was having what looked to be a very serious conversation on the phone. The conversation we had that followed, coupled with the emotional stress of being hit with a vertigo attack while driving left me in a heap of tears. I couldn’t think of anything then but surviving the remaining weeks of pregnancy, not to mention what it was going to look like with a newborn if the vertigo didn’t subside after birth. Josh told me that the company we were asking to send us, and most sending companies for that matter, emphasize going before children have reached their adolescent years. Adolescents have a much harder time adjusting once their shift has gone from family to peer oriented. That meant we had a mere 18 months to get wheels up before our oldest turned 13. This isn’t a hard and fast rule, but it’s strongly encouraged. If Covid doesn’t further disrupt our current timeline, we’ll be be headed overseas right at half way through Elijah’s 13th year. He was also told in this conversation that he had to have 20 credit hours of masters classes from seminary and I had to have 12 hours of undergrad level classes. During this time Josh was working 8 24hr shifts at his ER, 90 minutes from our home. We were completely maxed with his schedule, and me trying to run the house from the couch every day - tacking school for both of us onto that seemed absurd and impossible. Book learning comes easily for Josh, but for me it’s always been a struggle. I barely scraped my way through high school and college. He encouraged me to find my certificate of biblical studies I’d earned from attending a bible college in Canada in 02/03. I assured him there wouldn’t be enough earned credits to make a difference, as I remember not doing well in many of the classes. I excelled in music, art and drama, but tanked the classes that had text books and tests, and those were the ones they’d need credits from. I eventually agreed to at least track my transcript down from this school that had closed in 2006, and submitted it to be reviewed. They took all of the credits and I was told I only had two more classes I’d have to take and I could take them as a certificate course option instead of actual credit hours. Absolute miracle!
Our fifth boy was born on Nov 2, 2018. The constant debilitating vertigo subsided almost immediately after birth, but I was still experiencing frequent attacks, which then subsided within several months. With this, I felt more motivated to start filling out my application.
We started our missions application in April of 2019. People had started asking us where we wanted to go, to what people group. We just wanted to go, but felt we were floundering, aimless and clueless as to where. We attended a medical missions conference that July, and here is where, as we watched in awe, we began to see one door after another fling wide open in ways we couldn’t have imagined. This was a clear direct answer to a pray request that we’d begged of our local church before heading to the conference.

During the previous year Josh had been completing online seminary courses that were required by our sending company. Through the communications platforms for these classes, he became good friends with a fellow student. This guy contacted him, saying he’d noticed that Josh’s profile said he was an ER doc, gearing up for missions, and that he had a ton of kids. They had all these things in common, and immediately fired up a friendship. They talked via text and had frequent phone calls about the classes they were in together, life in their respective ER jobs, confusion over the missions application process, life with loads of children, and just life in general. I’d often hear him talking on the phone and ask who it was. He’d tell me, and then he’d have to reexplain who this guy was. I thought nothing of it at the time.

July 2019 we attended a med conference specifically for docs that work for the sending organization with which we were applying. I didn’t connect until half way to our destination in OK that we were meeting up with Josh’s friend from his seminary classes and his wife. I was excited to meet this guy and his wife, but again, didn’t think much of it. We arrived, registered and Josh was immediately on the hunt for his friend, who turned out to be the other tall guy in the room. His wife and I said our hellos, but are both more introverted by nature, so it took us a bit to break out of our shells and start talking. To spare you all the minute by minute details, by the end of that 2 day conference we felt they were friends we’d had for a lifetime, that we’d picked up where we left off. It was easy and natural to be around them, and we continued to find one thing after another we had in common.

The first meal there was dinner, and Josh made a point to be at the table of a physician he’d met at the previous year’s conference. This man has been serving with the company in Africa for over 20 years. Josh mentioned him after the 2018 conference - his name is very memorable (I’ll call him Doc P here), so I knew exactly who he was referencing when he pointed to the table where he sat and said we should eat dinner with him. The four of us sat down and started talking with Doc P, and again, the connection was immediate and natural. We laughed as we talked and ate and I threw out a couple comments about being on a team together and how much fun that would be, but had no inkling that that would even be a possibility. As we listened to him describe the ministry they have in their village and their goals, my mind was racing with the possibilities if that team were to grow. Over the course of those couple of days we shared several meals with Doc P and walked away with his contact information, a goal to finish our applications as quickly as possible, a list of very specific things to pray about for for each other, and a plea with the Lord to fling the door open for us to do ministry on his team in his village. We went to the conference floundering, we came away hopeful that we’d found the team and location and people group to whom the Lord was leading us, even though we hadn’t gone with the expectation that we’d find a team. We had gone simply with the hope that we’d start having an inkling of where we were being led. We walked away with an invite from Doc P, to join his team if the Lord leads, knowing his task was to get home and write job descriptions for us, that would need to be approved all the way up the line before anything could move forward - a task he himself said was, “a long shot.”

September 2019 - we drove south 8 hours to spend a week in a river side Air BnB house with our friends from the conference. Our communication with Doc P had continued, we were all still moving forward in the lengthy application process and we knew it was important to get together to be sure our families weren’t polar opposites. Our friends live in Alabama, and made the drive to meet us half way. We stayed with all 12 of our combined children, under one roof. We walked into this knowing it could be eye opening in uncomfortable ways, but after a week of watching each other interact in our marriages, parenting and every day stresses, we felt even closer to them than we had when we left the conference a couple of months prior. During our stay there we texted a pic to Doc P, who quickly responded that he had just drafted job descriptions and was talking to his team about them. The doors were continuing to fling open, in ways we couldn’t have dreamed up ourselves. Also in September we had a couple we were acquainted with from church commit to doing a 6 month New Testament study with us, This was also a requirement of our sending company, and included working through a 600 page study guide. It was not a small commitment from them, and through our time together in fellowship and studying the word, we’ve come to love each other and really cherish our small group time together, though we’ve been done with that study for a while.
Between Sept and November I completed the two certificate courses I was required to take. We received our medical clearance (a miracle in itself with the various health issues I’ve had over the years with my heart and head!) and rejoiced with our friends as he reached his weight loss goal required for the medical clearance process to begin for their family, nearly 100 pounds over the course of 4 or 5 months (another miracle)! Elijah’s “teen interview” with our consultant was in mid November and we’d done the required standardized school testing with the boys earlier in the month and were awaiting the results from those, hoping they’d pass so we could receive our invite to interview in late January 2020. It was neat to meet face to face with our consultant and get to know him a bit. He felt like an old friend we’d known for ages.
A couple of weeks after Elijah’s teen interview our friends received their invite, but we found out that we needed to retest our boys before moving forward. Through various conversations and events we felt as if the wind had been taken out of our sails. There were some major miscommunications and our expectations were dashed. It was hard to find the motivation to continue on in the process after being certain we’d be at that Jan interview conference. We put our normal curriculum teaching with the boys on hold and began to “teach the test” to them, focusing on problem areas to ensure they were up to par and could pass when we retested them. This left us keeping our attitudes about the process in constant check. While we understood why our sending company requires testing, it was a frustrating process as much of the reason we homeschool is to allow the boys to learn at their own pace, which isn’t the pace that standardized testing requires. It was a stressful few months, to be sure. During all of this school upheaval we got word that the jobs that Doc P wrote for us were approved all the way up the ladder, helped along each step of the way by one of the matriarchs of the medical arm of the company, who believes strongly in the mission that Doc P is doing and the ways he wants to move forward bringing our two families to join him and his team. Another miracle! Our friends interviewed, job matched and were moved forward in the process and will be attending training in Aug, leaving for language in Oct and hope to be on the ground with the team by early Feb of 2021. Looking back we see the Lord’s perfect timing at work. The team on the ground there would be hard pressed to find homes and big vehicles for two large families at the same time. While we’d hoped to do training and language school together, being several months separated is much better for our team!

In February we retested the boys, rejoiced in pure relief when they passed, and with this we were invited to interview at the end of April conference. Covid hit and the conference was cancelled. Our invite was pushed to the May conference, which soon after was cancelled and we were pushed to the June interview conference, which ended up being all via video. It was a sad hit, to be sure, to not be able to attend the interview conference and meet the other folks that were in the same spot in the application process as we are. We’ve been working hard to get to interview conference for over a year, so not being there in person felt a bit anticlimactic, but we are thankful they found a way to continue moving us forward in the process! We were given the links to apply to the job with Doc P ahead of conference (this usually doesn’t happen until after - many folks come to interview not having a specific job in mind) so that we could be sure to job match by the 30th of June - the deadline to keep us on our original timeline. I couldn’t keep the tears back after clicking through the prompts and clicking “apply”. Conference started on Wed and went through Friday evening. We completed our consultant interview and staff interview before interview conference started. Those are usually scheduled inside the three day timeframe, but since it was via video, the staff decided to spread stuff out over the week. I cried a bit after each of these. We got through interview on Friday and then Sunday evening we received a unanimous sending vote from our church, which brought me to tears. We are so grateful and humbled by their affirmation and support. Our sending organization emphasizes that while they cover us financially, they are not the ones doing the “sending”, our local body of believers are the ones. We knew we needed the affirmation of the those we are doing life and ministry with here locally, and they gave that to us that Sunday night. The next day, Monday, we received an email from our consultant that we were invited to move forward in the process. I sat at the computer with a lump in my throat and let the tears flow. We were “interviewed” by Doc P, a couple other team members from his team and the “cluster leader” via teleconference. What a tremendously encouraging conversation it was! It didn’t feel like an interview as much as just a “welcome aboard!” call! Again, tears escaped. All of these individuals have been following our process since Doc P talked to them about us and started writing the job description. They knew us already, though we hadn’t met any of them. They encouraged us about how excited they were about the ministry revamp with our families coming, and the goals of the team and how having our families there would, Lord willing, help reach the FIVE unreached and unengaged people groups up in the hills around the location we are headed. Thousands upon thousands of people live among these 5 unreached people groups! Thousands of people that have no access to the truth of the gospel! The goal with bringing more docs on board, more members to the team is to make our way into these people groups, establish relationships with them, and “build bridges that can bear the weight of the gospel”! We are just beside ourselves! THIS is what we have been working and praying for since medical school, and even well before that! It’s surreal that it’s now staring us in the face. We are humbled that the Lord has opened these doors for us to go spread the beautiful truth of His Word!

Upcoming timeline:
If covid doesn’t further delay our process, we’ll be headed to VA in early November for a 7 week training course. We’ll arrive back home here on December 20th and stay through the 30th, heading out early on the 31st for Eastern Subsaharan Africa where we will attend 3-4 months of language school to learn Swahili. Our boys will be in full time international school on the same campus where we are learning. This is going to be a huge adjustment for our family, as we have always homeschooled. Josh and I will be in full time language learning, and will spend evenings with our boys, just as if we were both working parents with kids in public school - not something we are familiar with. However, we are SO thankful that the language school and international school are in the same place!
From here, after 3-4 months of intense language training, we’ll relocate to our final destination, still in Eastern Subsaharan Africa, but in a different country and further inland than where we are doing language school. Here we will join on our ministry team in doing life together, but much of our involvement in the ministry itself will be limited until we have a solid handle on the language and culture. They stress this importance to us, reassuring that they have no intentions of rushing us into ministry before we have fully acclimated and can communicate with the locals well. This was very comforting to hear!

Pray with us, please? While we are familiar with moving, international moving, culture shock and all the exhaustion and stresses that come with those, this move is on a whole other level from all our previous moves. I’ll touch on this more in my next post. “Missions - gearing up to leave”

Missions - how'd we get here?

We’ll be posting mainly on our “ministry” page from now on, because of the new chapter we are beginning. It’s a long awaited one. We’re headed overseas to do cross-cultural missions. Let’s start with a bit of background - how on earth did we get to where we are?
I’ve felt this desire since I was a tiny 6 years of age, when our family doctor adopted a baby from China. After a conversation with him about China and the orphanage, I was heartbroken that there were places in the world that didn’t know about Jesus and where Children didn’t have parents. While I continually longed to be a missionary somewhere across the world, I kept quiet about it for my childhood and adolescent years. I’m a bury roots, homebody type. This all goes very much against my natural bent, so there were definitely times I tried to just shove it down and ignore it. I wanted to be a horse rancher, at the base of a mountain in Wyoming or Montana. That sounded much simpler and safer to me.

In high school we moved from my childhood home in Powell, Wy, to Cheyenne, where we began attending a Christian and Missionary Alliance church (the Storey family also attended this church and my friendship with my future husband began during my sophomore year of high school.) CMA heavily emphasizes the Great Commission, so this is really where my first memories began of feeling I needed to pursue obedience in this prompting I’d been feeling. After a couple short term trips out of the states, one short term trip in College and several conversations with cross-cultural missionaries at FCA leadership camps, coupled with classes about missions, it was getting harder to ignore the prompting. Josh and I started dating when I was in an 8 month Bible Certificate program in Canada, during my sophomore year of college in 02-03, and he was hearing all about the things I was learning in my missions class.

We were married in May of 2005, spent a year in Maryland where he was doing a year of med research for NIH, and that is when the med-school conversations began. We’d never considered being military, but upon learning of the Air Force scholarship for med school, our trajectory changed. Taking the scholarship meant avoiding hundreds of thousands of dollars of med school debt, which meant getting to “the field” sooner. On the flip side, for me, it meant giving up my dream of moving back to the West and buying a horse ranch and a log cabin. Looking back, we are floored by the way the Lord continuously guided our decisions to where we are today. While Josh grew up in the military lifestyle of moving from here to there, I didn’t, and didn’t feel cut out for it. The Lord is so gracious and generous in the way he provides, and I often contemplate the places we’ve lived and the beautiful people we know from those places and I’m overwhelmed with thankfulness that he’s gone before us, each and every step of the way.
From 06-08 we were in Missouri for Josh’s med school, where I also attended school to finish a degree in Chinese language and culture. I became pregnant with our first son that fall and it was clear that school for me was to be put on hold.

From July 08-May 2010, we lived in the Denver area, where Josh completed his 2 clinical years of med school, and we welcomed a second son.

From May 2010-July 2013, we thrived during our time at Eglin AFB in Florida, where we were surrounded by a tight knit group of fellow believers who were all a part of the same residency program as Josh. This is where we began to share our heart for missions with those around us. We welcomed our third son here, a surprise to be sure.

From July 2013 - July 2015 we were stationed at Lajes Field base, on the tiny Terceira Island, Portugal. We flourished during our time there, drinking in every bit of the culture we could. We welcomed our fourth son just months after transitioning there, and adopted in a Portuguese mama of sorts, that came twice a week to help me keep my house afloat while Josh worked long hours at the clinic on base. We still remark from time to time that it’s hard to believe we actually got to live there. It was here that the Lord really deepened our fascination with, and love for foreign cultures, along with our desire to live outside our home culture long term. Our first conversation with a missions agency took place here. While it’s not the company we are going with now, they did give us particulars to pray and think about for the years leading up to our Air Force separation date. It was also here where Josh and I both experienced a significant shift in our theology, in our understanding and embracing of God’s sovereignty in all things. This further intensified our desire to obey this calling both of us felt on our lives, to do cross cultural missions work.

From August 2015-March 2016 we were stationed at Incirlik Air Base in Turkey, where we were slotted to spend two years. Our community here was immediate and tightly knit, as the base went on lockdown the day after we got there and remained so the entirety of our time. There was nothing to do but be together. In March of 2016, we took our planned trip back to the states, where less than a week in we recieved the news that the boys and I would not be allowed back into Turkey. We were among the hundreds forced to settle into life in the states while our active duty members either scrambled to find a reassignment stateside or finished out their duty assignment in Turkey without their families. The sudden loss of our close community in Turkey was gut wrenching, and the following months were some of the hardest of our lives.

August 2016-Aug 2017 we were stationed at Minot AFB, in North Dakota. Josh was able to get out of Turkey much sooner than we anticipated to finish his active duty requirement in Minot. Our year in Minot flew by, but the relationships we had there are ones we still hold dear. We were faced with a decision during this time. Josh’s Air Force time was coming to a close, and we needed to pick a place to move, to find a home/sending church and a place where we could “train” for missions - whatever that meant. Josh’s parents had moved to Omaha, NE during the previous summer, when we were in transition from Turkey. We knew we wanted to be near family. We knew the gospel community in Omaha was seeing a boom of sorts, so we made the decision to move to Omaha.

August 2017-Current - We’ve lived in Omaha nearly three years now and how those years have flown. Aside from our time in FL, this is the longest we’ve ever lived anywhere since we were married 15 years ago. Our first order of business was to find a sending church that had a heart for missions and was in a position to send us. The Lord led us to Emmaus Bible Church in South O, a community of believers that we’ve grown to love deeply. Our time in Omaha has been rich. New friendships, much needed time near family, boys getting to know their grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins in ways they couldn’t just through face time when we were overseas, and a new surprise baby boy have filled these past three years. Through our time in missions courses, seminary classes, the Word and teaching in our church, we’ve gained deeper understanding of the great commission, which has served to increase our desire to be sent. We feel compelled, and we must go.

My next post, “Missions - we must go.” will cover our actual application process to where we are currently.

nearly a year ago - this happened 14 months after the post before it.

I have to post something. Anything at all. I’ve sat down multiple times and tried to summarize this past year and it’s just not happening. So, we’ll start with right now, and work our way back if time allows:

Here’s a few July highlights - independence day and our back to back boy birthdays on the 12th and 13th. We had my sister’s sister-in-law and her family join us to celebrate the 4th as they just moved to the area. Josh and I knew them from years ago, but haven’t seen them in nearly a decade. We picked up right where we left off. Rob, Lyn, our 3 nieces and Cara (back from China for a bit) all joined in on the fun. It was the first time we’ve really been able to put our new deck to use, and we are excited to have many more opportunities to use that space!


For Joel’s 8th birthday he invited our sweet friends, the Padilla’s. We busted out the slip n slide again and the kids had a riot. He asked for a cake scene where ants were carrying away chunks of watermelon. It was really fun to put together and he was delighted with the finished product.

For Elijah’s birthday he requested to have our old neighbors who’d recently moved as his guests - their daughter Mia and Elijah were best buds when they lived next door and it’s been a hard swallow to have them gone.


13th anniversary trip to California

 

For those of you who aren't into details and just want to see the pictures (please excuse the chromatic aberation - don't feel like taking those back in to fix that.), just scroll on down.  For those of you who ARE into details and have interest in reading through this, I just want to give you a heads up that it is quite lengthy, as I write this as much for our memory records as anything else.  It's 5 very full days in one post.  Proceed if you wish, just wanted you to know ahead of time.  :)

It's been a long while since we've been able to get away, just the two of us, for more than a night.  Since our 5th anniversary, I do believe.  We spent 5 very full and wonderfully adventurous days in a state neither of us has been to (aside from Josh's one time visit for a college swim meet), California!  What a beautiful state, full of an incredibly diverse array of landscape and natural wonders........and really awful drivers!  
I do believe, on this Tuesday evening as I begin to write out this post, that I am finally regaining my energy and I can now walk without looking like a peg leg pirate.  The hikes we chose left both of us feeling a bit crippled for a few days!  
We started the trip off with an early morning alarm of 4:00 to be on our flight by 6:30.  It's a good thing we got to the airport earlier than we anticipated, as Josh discovered half way down the line to TSA that his driver's license was not in his wallet, but was still sitting in our copier at home, where he's used it a few days before.  He immediately called and woke his parents, who were asleep in our basement ready for a full 5 days of watching boys, and begged that he grab it and drive like the wind to the airport.  We ran out of the TSA line and to the Alaska Air counter help, who informed us that the plane door would be locked well before his dad would be able to make the 20 minute drive, but that we could try to proceed through security anyway, as long as Josh was ok with a very personal search of his belongings and his self.  They let us through and we ran to our gate, making it in time for our flight.  I think he shook his head in disbelief half way through that first 2 1/2 flight.  But we were on our way and a call could be made when we landed to the WY DMV to acquire an email copy of his license.  We landed in Portland and proceeded to our next flight that would take us to San Francisco where we'd get our rental car and head into the city to meet up with our 1:00 Alcatraz tour group.  We squeaked lunch in at a fish 'n chips type place along the bay and hopped on the ferry for the short jaunt to the island.  
The island was beautiful, bursting with color from all the foreign plants that have been brought from all places around the world, that flourish in the coastal climate.  The prison was a bit eery, but really fascinating to walk through.  The audio tour was well worth the time it took and was narrated by a former guard and two former prisoners.  We had a wind blown view of the golden gate bridge, but that was about as good as a look as we got of it, as the next time we saw it was as we drove across it in the dark as we headed back to the airport to start our journey home 5 days later.  
San Francisco was baffling to both of us country kids, as it seemed there was not a square inch of land left undeveloped.  It's hilly to boot, but that doesn't stop the residents from building on every possible surface.  There were houses overhanging cliff sides, just stacked up like sardines.  It was really incredible to see, but we were relieved to leave the city and head to Yosemite around 4 that afternoon.

 

  We were astonished by how awful the driving was, however, as we headed out of the city.  It was hilarious, really, though the 4 accidents along the way slowed us down by 90 minutes and put us into our B&B in the mountains much later than we'd hoped.  We crossed some desert looking country after leaving the coast and then just all of the sudden happened upon foothills and hit the mountains as the sun took it's final light out of the sky.  Winding mountain passes with too few guard rails are one of my arch nemesis, so perhaps it was ok that we had been slowed by accidents along the way.  We collapsed into bed in exhaustion after scrubbing off the travel filthies (air travel always gives that nasty feeling), and fell fast asleep excited for what the next day held.  

We woke early, with that two hour time different staring us in the face.  It was well into the morning for our body clocks, while the West Coast was mostly still asleep.  We wandered outside and were taken aback by the beauty that we'd not been able to see the night before when we'd pulled in.  Other than the mountains straight out our front door one of the first things that grabbed my eye were the horses pasturing just a stones throw away.  I thought for only a minute or so about wether it was ok to wander down to them before deciding that I just didn't care one way or the other.  Horses must be touched and appreciate, especially on a crisp mountain morning when the dew is shimmering on every green surface the eye can see.  I made my way through the shin high, wet grass, wondering what kind of critters I was awakening with my foot steps and walked the short gravel walkway to the corral, while a turkey in the distance gobble-obble-obbled his way across a neighboring pasture.  I walked around the side of the tack house and the blanketed beauty I'd come to see stared me down cautiously as I slowly walked toward her with my hand out and my quiet voice trying to soothe her anxiousness.  She gave me hand a good long sniff and then pulled back to look at me square in the eyes.  I reassured her and she smelled me again, several times before allowing me to touch her forehead.  It didn't take long before I was able to step and use both hands to feel along her silky ears and jaw as I sweet talked her.  She whinnied at me a few times and hung her head in front of my face, closely, trusting.  Horses and mountains are the stuff my childhood dreams were made of (and my adult dreams are at times still made of), so I felt absolute delight as I stroked her neck, ears and forehead.  After realizing I couldn't be down with her for long enough to truly get a fix, I decided to head back to join my husband on our rockers in the sun in front of our room, where was breakfast was soon to be served. 
Our breakfast was well presented and absolutely delicious.  When my husband had called to make reservations a few months ago the owner of the house asked about dietary restrictions and my breakfast was made to order.  It really is a tremendous burden lifted when I don't have to wonder what unpleasant side effects I might have to deal with when eating food I haven't prepared myself and am unfamiliar with.  The owner came over to talk with us a bit during breakfast and gave us an itinerary of what he would do, if he were a first time visitor as we were.  We followed his advice to the tee and were thankful he took the time to steer us away from crowds and to the major points and the perfect times of day.  He knew exactly what he was talking about! 
After enjoying a leisurely breakfast we made our way up the mountain to enter Yosemite park.  We stopped at the major outlooks and throughout the day were time and time again in awe of the raw beauty that lies within a very small area of land. It's truly breathtaking! We enjoyed "Tunnel View" (El Capitan and other landmarks), Glacier Point, Half Dome and Sentinel Dome that first day.  We hiked to the top of Sentinel Dome and it gave us a 360 degree view of miles of beautiful waterfalls, snow capped peaks and green, lush valleys.  We enjoyed our snack food lunch at the top while we rested for a bit and then headed down to make our way down to the valley to mosey around for a bit and then enjoy a short hike up to the lower of the Yosemite Falls before dinner at the lodge.  

Our B&B gentleman told us to take the short trail walk up to the base of Bridalveil Falls after dinner.  We stopped along the river to play on a fallen tree and marveled one of the many thousands of dogwood trees dwarfed in size, but certainly not beauty, by the towering pines.  Dogwoods are one of my very favorite deciduous trees and seeing them littered throughout the park was an unexpected treat.  They contrast beautifully with the various shades of green that swallows the landscape.  

After dinner we headed out again to Tunnel View to catch the sunset colors over El Capitan.  It was even more stunning in the evening light.  

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 The next morning we enjoyed another delicious breakfast and headed out early to start the hefty hike up to Vernal Falls.  There's a 1000 foot elevation climb in the 1.5 miles up to the falls and then the trip back down (we decided not to come back down the treacherous wet stairs, thanks to the suggestion from our B&B guy who said it's a bowling ball and pins waiting to happen when people come back down the same way they go up - we understood fully what he meant once we'd made our way up!) is about 2 miles of gravel and stone climbing and descending winding through the beautiful woods to the right of the falls.  With NE being nearly sea level and the elevation climb during the hike and the fact that I forgot my albuterol at home, it was a bit of a trip up for me.  I was the wheezy one, but we made it to the top, none-the-less.  The top of the lower falls, that is.  The upper falls were a 7 mile round trip and the climbing got much harder after the point where we stopped.  It was dream like, really, with rainbows from the mist arching over the vibrant green moss covering every possible surface and the towering pines on either side of the rushing river.  These pictures simply don't do it justice, especially because my lens was showered in mist every time I'd point to get a picture.  There was simply no way to keep it dry.  We were soaked from the showering of the fall when we got to the top.  Toward the end of that climb there are parts I really wish I'd taken pictures of, but clinging to the cliff wall while slowly and carefully stepping up after one slippery stone step after another weighed more heavily on my mind than did taking a picture.  Plus, I couldn't bring myself to the look to the left, for the drop was making my whole body ache just knowing it was there.  It's ridiculous, I know.   

We headed back to the village to get our self appointed reward of soft serve and drive to the Tuolumne Grove hike to see one of the smallest redwood groves in the park.  The larger groves were along roads that were still closed for the season.  After hiking the falls in the morning and then sitting in the car for an hour I got out at the parking lot for the hike to the grove and wondered how I'd complete the 2 mile roundtrip downhill and then back up.  It was paved and would have been considered a very easy hike had we not just jellified our legs at the falls that morning.  It was well worth the pain, though!  

After our last hike and feeling all hiked out we headed down the mountain to make our way to food and a late drive to Stinson Beach, just north of San Francisco.  I've never eaten at In N' Out, but it.was......perfect!  

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We pulled up at our Air BnB place and chuckled and dropped our jaws a few times as we walked around the courtyard and into our room.  It was the cheapest place in Stinson Beach and the pics will show you why.  This town is VERY secluded and throughout the next 36 hours we realized that short of the tourists bringing up to date-ness into the town, the town itself was very much stuck in the 70's.  HA!  It was a really unique experience.  

 

After a very strange, but filling breakfast fixed by our Air BnB owner, Saturday was spent soaking in the beauty of the ocean.  It was insanely windy and only in the low 60s, so laying out and resting on the sand wasn't in the cards.  I shed a few tears after initially walking out onto the beach and seeing the ocean for the first time since leaving Portugal 3 years ago.  Hearing the ocean daily and watching the sunrise over that Atlantic water day in and day out will do something to the heart.  I didn't really care much about the ocean before living in Portugal.  But it would be hard for one to be impartial after two years of living with it right outside their backyard.
We splashed around in the waves along the shore, explored tide pools before the tide came in for the day, and hid behind boulders for respite from the wind. 
After wandering to look at the local options for lunch, we honed in a menu that looked promising.  We both chose tacos and were not a bit sorry for it.  They were phenomenal, as was the music that accompanied our lunch.  A local band of aging hippies played song after song of Gordon Lightfoot style music and they were seriously good at what they did. It was clear they'd been together for years as they worked through their songs seamlessly with little effort, following along with one another effortlessly.  

We walked around the tiny downtown, at more a delicious banana split, had a french fry snack at the shack on the beach, watched parasailors and body surfers in wet suits brave the crazy wind whipped waves, drove up one of the mountain passes to see the view (and to head to dinner at a restaurant we didn't know we needed reservations for) enjoyed a short snooze hunkered behind a very large boulder in the sun but out of the wind, and ate dinner at the same restaurant where we ate lunch.  After packing to be sure we could make a quick exit early the next morning we wandered out to the beach again to try to catch some sunset colors.  The day had been restful (as restful as a day spent in the sun and crazy wind can be!).  

  

We woke on Sunday morning at 3:50, anticipating a drive to the airport through the tiny winding mountain roads that brought us to Stinson Beach and then a 7am flight.  As we were finished our way across the golden gate bridge he asked if I'd find the email from Alaska air and check us in so we didn't have to wait in the check-in line.  The email said our connecting flight in Portland didn't depart until 6:45pm.  It took me a few seconds of furrowed eyebrow time to realize that would not, indeed, put us in to Omaha at the 11:30 arrival time we'd been telling Rob and Lyn all along.  I mentioned it to him and he just kind of froze.  And then came, "No.  No no no, that's not right!  That can't be right!"  I clicked on the link to sign in and sure enough the 6:45pm departure time from Portland was listed there as well.  It hadn't been a typo on the email.  It wasn't that we were in a huge hurry to get home for ourselves, it's that we were in a hurry to get home for Rob and Lyn's sake, and for the past 2 months since booking the flights (late at night after receiving a promotional email from Alaska air in which they displayed ridiculously low ticket prices that clearly allured us enough that we forgot to really check carefully over return times), we'd been thinking and saying that we'd be home just after noon on Sunday.  Leaving at 6:45 wouldn't put us in until 10pm.  And that 10pm was Pacific time, not Omaha time!  hahaha!  It took us half the day to realize we were again wrong about our arrival time and had to tell them it wouldn't be until midnight, because the departure time from Portland wasn't until 8:45 Omaha time!  We both felt really awful about it, but despite sprinting from one terminal to the next in the Portland airport to try to get on standby for a flight leaving very shortly after we'd arrived (that didn't work for several reasons) we came to grips with being in Portland for the full day, rented a car and ventured out to find something to do.  It was a beautiful day there, the waterfalls we hiked to were stunning, the soft serve we ate there (yes, we ate a lot of soft serve) was, we decided, the best soft serve ice cream either of us had ever had in our lives, the lunch was absolutely delicious with incredible scenery next to an old water lock along the river and the extra time alone did our hearts good.  

After a quick stop and tour through the dam to see their ingenious way to let the salmon and other fish continue to migrate up stream (truly fascinating), we made our way to the airport, turned in our rental and boarded our plane with plenty of time to spare.  
Monday was spent recouping, catching up on school with the boys to finish the year strong and fighting against the urge to crash into bed while the boys binge watched cartoons all day.  
What a delight it was to get away.  As we looked through pictures and I texted various picture to him throughout the day on Tuesday when he went back to work, we both found ourselves wishing we could go back and relive it.  It had been 7 years since our last chunk of time away from the boys to be just the two of us and it was so very enriching.  

Thank you, Rob and Lyn, for loving on those boys, taking them camping (still can't believe you braved that!) and spoiling them while we were gone!  Quite literally, we could not have done this trip without you!

December in Images

December began with a trip south to KC to visit the Great Wolf Lodge.  We met up with our dear friends for lunch and a quick walk through of Ikea, then headed for 2 1/2 days of family time.  It was riot and the boys slept harder than they have in years!  We all did.
We got home and started prepping for company from the 9th to the 15th.  It was a Portugal core group reunion that didn't go quite as planned due to changes in schedules that happened after plans were laid, but we still go some time together none-the-less, and are again so thankful to be back within driving and flying distance of these precious friends!
 Josh's work schedule was just nuts during the middle of the month up until a couple days before Christmas and then was hectic again after Christmas for another week.  24 shifts in the ER aren't that bad when there's only two a week and there's time to catch up on sleep, but he had 4 in the week before Christmas and 4 in the week and a half after.  Ufda.  Glad to be done with that and hopeful that won't happen again.  I was spoiled on my birthday on the 21st to have my husband home, and have an old childhood favorite dinner at my in-laws of philly cheese steaks and cheesecake for dessert.  It was so delicious and such fun to be around family to celebrate.  I felt like a kid again, blowing out a candle in the cheesecake and opening gifts with lookers on.  

Josh's Grandma Storey and her husband Jimmy were here for Christmas.  They are a hoot and fun to have around.  Amy and Jake also came for a few days and it was good to get some time with them!   Luke turned 4 on the 30th, but we kept it a secret from him and waited until my Mom and her Husband, Bill, made it down from their trip to MN to see their families.  They were here in early Jan, but I'm including the pics because it was very much felt part of the holiday hustle and bustle and included a December birthday.  

 

 

Kitchen - before, the painful during, and after

I daydreamed about this kitchen redo all summer, through vacations and moving and all.  I've always dreamed of having a kitchen we owned that I could redo, but when it came to actually doing it the decisions were much harder to make than I'd imagined - I wanted to do butcher block counters but they are too much upkeep and our kitchen doesn't get enough natural light for that dark of counters.  Neither of us have ever like granite and all it's busyness, and we didn't want to drop the money for quartz as it's pricey and doesn't add value to the house, so we searched high and low for something that wasn't ridiculously expensive and decided to replace the nasty old formica counters with new ones.  They are a budget update, for sure, and won't add value to the house other than the fact they are much better looking (minus the botched areas our contractors couldn't get to look right) than the older ones!  I wanted cream cabinets up and down, but decided that four boys, my messy cooking and lower cream cabinets doesn't make sense - so I thought hard about what color would be best and decided that of all the colors in the world green makes me the happiest, so I went with green!  We LOVE them!  The knobs and pulls were fun to pick out and I think they tie the black sink (which we LOVE LOVE LOVE) and black faucet in beautifully.  Overall, we are very happy with how it turned out visually, but we are pretty sure we'll have to redo the counters before selling, as our contractors promised big and delivered.....much less than was promised and never owned up for it, ended up putting a construction lien on our property and tried to charge us $400 more than we owed.  Goodness.  It was a good lesson in patience and graciousness.  The lien has been lifted and we told them we'd pay the original amount.  They pulled their claws back in and agreed to that.  It's laughable, really.  First world problem, to be sure. 

The light.....thingy, up on the ceiling will come down and we'll put can lights in and install some pendants over the bar.  Soon, hopefully, because that big ol' fluorescent light makes me twitch.  And it's held together by scotch tape in many places!  hahahaha!

  

November in Images

November brought more warm weather and a nice long drawn out autumn season, a finally finished kitchen project, finished basement bedroom and Thanksgiving with much of Josh's side of the family.