I am amazed at how the seasons of life fly by – although so quickly do I forget this while I’m in the midst of a season. Our season of first-time-career-missionaries-support-raising felt like a dreadfully long season of anticipation of the unknown. Then, one day we’re on a plane and that season is forever closed. We waited for approval to bring Moses home… and waited… and waited… one little delay after another… our son 1 mile down the road but not WITH us… and suddenly, one Friday afternoon, we were told that we would bring him home the next morning. Our season of life with only three children was over. Our season of life of intense training, teaching, and loving our son across languages and cultures started with a bang just as our field director left the field for urgent health needs, leaving Josh in a leadership position. Within a week and a half of that season's begin, our next season started: life with another adult in our home. Elizabeth joined us for the summer, to help...
Living as before the face of God - as missionaries in Uganda with New Hope Uganda focused on strengthening the local Church.