We had a wonderful time with family over the Christmas holidays and from there moved right on to the Mission Conference in California. We met wonderful people there. Some in the same situation we are - getting ready to go - and others that were senders and some that have been on the field for a long time. We heard a lot. (How can I say learned when we haven't had a chance to put it into practice yet?) A sweet, sweet time.
Leaving there we drove to Pacific City where we were able to spend time with Dennis and Virgina (Warren's sister) in their travel trailer at the beach. Now believe me, I had som
e reservations about 2 couples sharing a travel trailer (even if it was a good size) for 3 nights but we had a wonderful time and left feeling as though our relationship with them had been renewed. Walks on the beach, a boat show, lots of time talking and quiet times reading. I could like retirement. Thank you, guys!On Monday night we got home. Even though it feels good to be home again things are not the same as every other time we had come home from a vacation.
We are restless.
The business isn't ours. We have a house to put on the market and things to disperse of. We go to church meetings and they talk about a future we won't be part of. We're not retired but we're not unemployed either! Shopping isn't the same because, well you can figure that one out! Everything feels temporary.
We want to savor this time with family and friends and yet at the same time, we want to get on with it.
It's a hard, sweet time. Go figure.
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Thinking of you often Sheri.
You can come hang out here anytime you want!
That totally makes sense. Transition is the most stressful times of life, any type. God is growing in you a deeper longing for what He has ahead for you and continued confirmation for His moving you. Its kind of good to be restless. Because you are coming to the place where home will have entirely look and feel to it. Love you guys.
hey, just found your blog through the Szabo's.
Transition really is the hardest place to be, one foot here, one there, your mind and heart cut in half. My parents were missionaries to Spain, I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I still feel part of my heart is there.
I just read what God is leading you to do and am blessed by your obedience :)
I've seen you around Calvary....just wanted to say hey!
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