Thank you God for Bananas

I love when God gives us concrete in your face, undeniable moments to see he cares about the details in our life.  One of my favorites is when God gave us a hat for Bob.  Last week he gave us a bundle of bananas

We do our grocery shopping on a weekly basis.  This weeks shopping trip ended up happening on monday with all three kids in tow, and it was raining.  It was a trip I was regretting making and knew would be difficult from the moment we pulled into the parking lot.  It was a 5 minute drive from home.  But we were out of bread and milk and eggs so it had to be done.  Usually we start at Aldi
and then go to Publix for the items we couldn't get at Aldi.  While we were shopping the rain got worse and became a downpour.  One of my kids is terrified of being in the rain.  I got my shopping done while trying to keep the running down the aisles and vocal levels reasonable.  We usually pass over the bananas at Aldi because they are very green and don't ripen well we have found.  We bought other fruit.   We purchased our food and bagged it up and started to wait out the rain.  My patience was running thin and another stop was not in the cards especially with the extra work of unloading and loading the car in the rain.  We went home and did without the missing items on the list that didn't get picked up at stop #2.  No big deal, we will get them next week.

That was monday, Wednesday night we were at church for mid week classes.  As the night was wrapping up we spent a few rare moments talking with our Pastor about some upcoming events we are involved in, when the person closing the Cafe suddenly asked if we eat bananas.  Startled we said yes and remarked how we do but not at the moment we were out and didn't get any this week.  "Here you go God knew and here have these."  OUr kids had been running around and as kids always do told us they were hungry.  So we broke a banana off the bunch and told them what had just happened and we all celebrated that God gave us bananas.

God really does care about the little things.  

Restless & Refocused

Last spring, almost a year ago now, I got invited to a Bible Study.  The group was formed out of one woman's desire to find community.  We used a brand new study by a woman I had never heard of, Restless by Jennie Allen.  My expectation was to meet some new people, learn some new bits about the Bible and have a night with the ladies and away from the kids once a week.  

The study used Joseph's life as a frame work for us to examine our own lives and what God is calling us to.  It is about being made for more than we are doing, and we become restless as a result.  The more I worked through the study I was amazed how I was seeing experiences, friendships, interests, and hurts connect to not only make me who I am now but as a foundation to launch me into my small part of God's big story.  

It changed my life.  I was in the mundane of diapers with 2 kids with special needs we were just beginning to discover and address.  I needed to be pulled out of the overwhelming of the now, and reminded of the purpose behind it all.  How the details don't matter, and the season we are in doesn't last forever.  

Here we are a year later and our family is almost on auto pilot for our daily chaos and I have room to breathe.  I have been chewing on the truths God taught me all year long.  Jennie Allen's team is hosting a conference to gather women together with God.  The first year it went better than they expected and they didn't have enough room for everyone who wanted to come so they offered a live-cast.  This year they are doing it again but its all about the live-cast and meeting where we are, with those around us to encounter God.  

The disciples preached what they had heard and seen Jesus do.  And I am doing the same.  God used this simple study to change me and reignite my calling, and I can not be silent I have to share it.  

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We Returned, and Conquered!

Today I cried at Seaworld.  It wasn't for the captive animals.  It wasn't for a sweet moment with my kids.  It wasn't because I got hurt .  I died because I was there.  We live in central Florida, so we tend to take theme parks for granted.  But I was there, by myself with 3 children.  We used to have passes and then parenting got hard and we had a colicky baby and a developmentally delayed 2 year old (now known to be Autism), and a strong willed preschooler.  Panic set in just thinking about what could happen at the park.  We gave up our passes.

This was then

Today 10 months later we got them again and I visited the park with 3 kids by myself and we all had a good time.  Time had passed everyone had gotten older and independent.  Life changed as much as it stayed the same.  Our son isn't cured, but we have spent hundreds of hours working with him and learning how to help him where he is.  He got overwhelmed but we got through it.  He wants to go back.  The colicky baby now has a speech delay but he was excited and found some new words, fish, shark.  I still had my three kids but this time we conquered the park and weren't scared.

I never thought this day would come but its here and I will embrace it with a smile, and remember how far we have come.  Yes, there will be new challenges, but we will face them as they come.  We will LIVE our life and not hide from it.

This is our now!

Easter Drawings

Both Lydia and Caleb love reading Bible stories at bedtime.  We have had to repair our Story Bible twice and we have had it only a year.  Lydia recently discovered The Picture Bible on our shelf, one of Bob's favorites from childhood.  It uses a graphic novel/comic book style to tell the stories of the Bible.  Bob used it to share the Easter story with Lydia this year.  Later in the day they were outside and drawing with chalk and drew the story on the drive way.  Bob drew the cross, the sealed tomb, and the empty tomb, and Lydia drewJesus's face on the cross and the best part, Jesus risen from the dead, waving at us!

Three Years of Good-Bye

Thursday was an interesting day for me.  It didn't feel like thursday at first because I had been sick the day before and Bob had stayed home.  Second, our mom's group did something different and we didn't chat like usual but spent the time individually in prayer.  It was so refreshing to be able to have a large chunk of un-interrupted time when I didn't have to worry about when a child might bounding in with a request.  My afternoon brought an unexpected text message and more phone calls and then Bob ran in the Orlando 5k and we cheered him on, to return to our car to see another text message bringing me to this post to sort my thoughts. Grandma, my last Grandparent, had passed away.  It was quickly and quietly like we had hoped it would be, in a hospital and not at home, but peaceful and surrounded by 2 of her children.  She had lived a full life and met 4 of her great-grandchildren.

Lydia receiving the last great-grandchild quilt, hand stitched

Her and my grandfather were in a major car accident in December of 2006 and should have both died then, but didn't.  It helped them both heal and lifted their spirits when they were able to see each other through the shared bathroom.   Every moment since then has been a gift.  They attended my wedding the following year.  Grandpa passed away in 2010 an emotional roller coaster of a hospital stay.  I was at Disney World that day.  How extreme the contrast.

Lydia in the front yard (May 2010)

Grandma and Grandpa were truly knit together as one soul.  Many of us wondered if she would live to see the next Christmas with such a broken heart for her husband of 65+ years.  She lived another 3 years, again a gift of time.

September 2011

People ask how I'm feeling and its always a mix when dealing with grief.  But relief is a word that comes to mind.  Her care was becoming exhausting for her family, and her body was just wearing out.  She had lived a long full life, and seen the world.  Her friendships circle the globe, with no exaggeration.  Daily life was becoming more of a burden and her heart continued to be lonely for her husband.  So now that she is gone, she is free from pain and reunited with the love of her life in Heaven.  I'm sure she is touring the garden he has spent the last 3 years working on in heaven just for her, he was a Master Gardener.

Caleb "signing" the guest book

The extra years they lived together let them celebrate my wedding with all of their children together in one place.  They met their third great-grandchild, and only great-granddaughter.  The extra years she had with us meant special memories with 2 great-grandchildren crawling and running and discovering the wonders of farm chores and picking fruits.  

picking tomatos

watering plants w/Aunt Alice

We said our last good byes in January 2012, Lydia watered the plants as had become her chore when she visited with water from the pump, we played Candyland with Great Grandma, Lydia's birthday present, and when it was time to leave, Caleb wanted a bite of Great Grandma's York Peppermint patty.  She readily shared it, expecting him to take a bite, but instead he put the whole thing in his mouth.  Sorry Great Grandma!   Memories we can keep, when we must let go of people.

Playing Candyland with Great Grandma

Caleb stealing Great Grandma's York Peppermint

Lydia's Healing Miracle

Our kids are teaching us everyday and challenging our faith   Lydia got her first scrapped knee a few weeks ago when riding her bike.  It wasn't too bad of a fall but it led to a rather large scab on her knee. When she complained about it hurting we would reminder she could pray for God to make it feel better.  What we didn't expect was her reaction as the scab started falling off.  She started getting excited and telling us

"God's hand came down during the night,

and healed it just like I prayed!"

The refreshing faith of a child, if only we had enough faith to trust the same explanation.   

Passing on Technology

Bob is now back at Orlando working in the main office. While it's nice to be back in comfortable surroundings and working with modern equipment, we still feel doubts: we wish we could be overseas, serving in the "real work". Although we know consciously that the work God has us doing here in the US is just as vital in the big picture, it doesn't feel the same (to our pride and self-image).

It's nice to get occasional reminders and encouragements of how we fit in the big picture of the hundreds of Bible translations going on around the world. One way the IT department of Wycliffe USA supports language projects is by donating laptops that are rotated out of use by the US staff. They are sent out to translation projects that request them. By US business and technology standards the computer may be old, but national translators are glad to update their ancient computers. Recently Bob's team received this note from a team in Nepal who was recently given one of the laptops.

Thanks for your prayer and support to our Project . We got the computer along with its battery and cds. It's very helpful for our work. Thank you for it. Before we had two computers but those were really really old and did not work properly. Your donation came at the perfect time and will be very useful. We start our next translation training session in just two weeks. Please remember us in our prayers and thank you for your support. 

In Him, thanks, Peter

New Neighbors, New Answers

We found our current house in an unconventional way: we looked on the missionary bulletin boards for the area. We had found our last house this way and we trusted the integrity of the community. We moved in to our house without seeing before hand; we made all the arrangements over the phone with the landlord. We had some pleasant surprises like the awesome treehouse in the backyard, and we are enjoying getting to know many of our friendly neighbors.

The couple next door works for Cru, a missions organization next-door to Wycliffe, and they were the ones who posted the listing we saw. Bob as been able to get to know them more as she has shared some rides to work. In one conversation our recent life detour came up and they also shared about their own depression and what they discovered was causing it: an auto-immune disorder called Celiac, which is an intolerance to gluten. It just so happens that it is a genetic disorder that also runs in my family, but I had never thought I suffered from it. I began doing some research and in addition to the digestive system symptoms that others in my family have had (that I never have detected), depression, fatigue and anxiety are all symptoms as Celiac effects how your intestines absorb nutrients.

I have changed my diet over the course of a few weeks, starting first with my breakfast choices and noticed an immediate change. So between some antidepressants, which I will hopefully be weaning off of in time, and a major diet change, I have energy once again to enjoy life and not just get through life.

Thanks to everyone who has been praying this is a huge breakthrough for me and looking back I can see the symptoms all the way back to college. It can be a very tricky disease to diagnose, with a biopsy being the only sure way to diagnose it. We will keep you posted as we find out more.

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Serving without going

When we resigned from Wycliffe we had some money in a special account to help us set up our home in Nigeria. Due to regulations on US non-profit organizations and the way these funds were categorized, we were not able to get these funds back and were able to choose another project to give to. We contacted our Nigeria colleagues for advice on what projects needed the money, and they sent us a list of projects in need of funding.

The project we chose was somewhat bittersweet: we will be contributing to upgrading the network at the main Nigeria Group office. This is one of the systems Bob would have maintained had we traveled there to work. It is a nice feeling that we continue to support the team there even though we are not able to go in person to work side by side. Missions all around the world have desperate needs for just this kind of practical, simple devices to help them accomplish what God's enabling them to do.

the Server Room at the Nigeria Group Office

Our First Trip the ER

God's timing for everything is perfect and he is watching out for us. Getting our health insurance set up in our new state has been a bit of a headache. Last week I was fairly certain that we had been approved but were still waiting for a start date and to receive our medical cards in the mail. We have been thankful for good health for the kids and that we haven't needed to see a doctor yet. Until last week.

Caleb decided it was time to make his first visit to the Emergency Room. He woke up in the middle of the night with croup. It was the first time either child had it so it was new to us. Between his barking he was gasping for air and unable to talk, so we were really getting worried. At 2 AM him and I headed to the children's hospital. In the back of our minds both Bob and I were worried that we would be dealing with any bills from the visit in a week or two, after he was all better, because we had no idea what our insurance status was at the time.

The very next day when I checked the mail we received the kids' insurance cards and can safely assume they were covered just in the nick of time! God or coincidence? You decide...


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Memories of Toronto

I've been reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.  Its a wonderful book and her writing style draws you in to the story to sit, listen and hang on every word.  As we are at a transition point in our lives the book is a great encouragement to see gifts from God all around you in the mundane and everyday.  I'm in chapter 10 when the story she shares catches me off guard.  She shared about how an opportunity presents itself for her to be a chaperone on a youth trip to Toronto with her church, none of her children were in the youth group yet.  Toronto was a bad memory in her past and she sees this trip as way to redeem it for herself.  She is from Canada so a trip to Toronto didn't seem strange or significant until she mentions the ministry they were partnering with, Center for Student Missions (CSM).

As a freshman in High School one of the experiences I was most looking forward to was the tradition in our church of Go & Serve, a annual missions trip for High School Students.  My first Go & Serve experience was to Toronto serving for a week with CSM.  As I read Voskamp's account of her own experience it made me think about my own and how it became a part of me.

Some of things I still remember from that trip was learning how to really see the homeless that we were serving. We learned how important shoes are to the homeless because they are on their feet all time and exposed to the elements. Entertainment is not a luxury but a necessity, a person's walkman was a valued possession and helped them pass the time.  We learned to see the people we were serving in 3-D, the circumstances that led them to living on the streets is more complex than we realize.

As I look back on that experience and the training that was given to us while we were serving I would say it contributed to my world view.  It never seemed like enough to give some money to a mission but to want to serve time as well.  The teaching moments we experienced I have carried with me and remember whenever we have the opportunity to serve our community whether its distributing food at the local food pantry or a service day with drama and food and clothes to give away.

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1 year of faith

Its been a year.  I spent last mothers day sharing at a church in Tallahassee FL with our SUV in the parking lot hooked up to a 6x12ft trailer carrying all our possessions.  We ate lunch with some friends and hit the road heading north in an adventure of faith.  A year ago the plan was to live near family raise our budget and by fall be boarding a plane for Africa.  God had other ideas.  Here we are back where we started, back where didn't intend to return at least not long term.

It hit me like a tone of bricks sitting in church on Mother's Day Sunday, realizing that we never intended to be here right now.  This wasn't our plan.  But here we are.  Now the hard work begins and we feel the gaps, "no we weren't here last year for ____"

I feel the holes of missed experiences.  God is in control and it wasn't an accident we spent the last year living by faith.  But we didn't expect to be back where we started.  Its hard to see the big picture when right now the big question is, why there is this "hole year" in our life.  The year we floated between our families, the year we didn't have a home, the year we were nomads, the year our mail came to 3 addresses, the year we relied on God, the year God grew our faith.  

The 5 year wait for a 2nd Vehicle

We purchased a second vehicle!  We have been a 1 car family for nearly all of our 5 year year marriage.  I would say that it has been a good thing.  We have been forced to communicate more, make choices and sacrifices for each other when it comes to sharing the car.  As counter culture as it is I have enjoyed the sacrifice and lifestyle of sharing our car.  Now that the kids are getting older its a bigger deal to be able to get out and explore and change our surroundings.

While we were looking at garage sales this weekend we bought a bike and trailer!  So now the kids and I have our own vehicle to travel around it and our distance to travel from home has at least doubled.  I'm looking forward to taking the kids to the nearby swimming pool and parks, out of range of a short walk but very doable with a bike.  I think our library may even be in range now!

Carpools haven't come together for Bob like they did before so having the extra vehicle has begun to seem like a bigger deal.  So praise God we got our new set of wheels for $125 dollars

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Lost and Found

Saturday, Bob was out and had his phone and his Nook. Somehow, (we aren't sure how) the Nook didn't make it home.  Yet Bob remembers having it when he was picked up.  We spent the afternoon looking around the house and searching the car for it, to no avail, and we went to bed assuming we would find it the next day in the house somewhere.

Sunday morning before we left for church he got an email from someone who found it, asking to meet up to return it.  We hadn't thought it was gone yet to even pray for its safe return.

Monday night he met the person at the bus station they found it at to get it back.  And we are in awe of God's goodness.  First, it was not found even in the area of town where Bob lost it, but much closer to our house.   Someone seems to have picked it up, rode a bus into town, and then themselves lost it at a bus stop further down the route. Or maybe whoever found it first didn't like the book selections on it and dumped it somewhere else.   Second, of all the people in Orlando to find it and email us, it was someone we knew from church! What a surprise to meet them at the bus stop!

Bob has his Nook back safe and sound and we are in awe.  

God is Good!



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Thankful for the Words of God - Giveaway

This week we are giving away These Words Changed Everything, the story of Chamula Indians of Mexico hearing God's Words for the first time and how it radically changed their community

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The Chamula people couldn't comprend how the Ken and Elaine Jacobs, SIL translators, could devote their full attention to the translation work, and still have a means to provide for their living expenses.  When the Jacobs explained how other people in America were praying and sending them money so they could do the translation, the Chamula believers were amazed.  In gratitude upon the completion of the translation the leaders in the Chumula community  wrote a letter of thanks to the Jacobs' supporters in America.  A portion of it is quoted in the book and I share here with you.  

Because you have a goodness of Heart similar to that in the heart of our Lord Jesus Christ, you felt it to be of extreme importance to send to Mexico Ken and Elaine Jacobs who were chosen by God to do the word of translating God's word for us. Now, the entire New Testament has been translated into our Chamula language, and we are able to say that we, the Chamulas of Chiapas, have in our possession and in our own language the Word of God. 

Before the coming of the Scriptures, year after year passed, and we never knew what God had to say to us. Now we Chamula Indians in large numbers are hearing God speak. We have come to know of forgiveness of our sins; we now know that God sees us well through Jesus Christ and what He has done; and we have come to know that we have new life through Jesus Christ.

Therefore, Brethren, accept our greetings and thanks as payment for what you have done for us. For, in reality, this is all we have with which to pay you. We have no silver or gold. The only thing we have to extend to you is Col a val.... 'Thank You'! (p 149)

How Grateful are you for having scripture you can easily read and study?  I know I take it for granted too often.  

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Failed Missionaries?

It was about three weeks ago that Cynthia first mentioned to me the new title that God gave her as the heading for our blog: "failed missionaries living faith-filled lives". At first I didn't like it for the same reasons as many of our friends, because I struggle with being labeled as a "failure", and because I don't feel like we are a failure in God's eyes. However, as time has gone on the title has grown on me, so let me present our reasoning behind it.

You will notice throughout this post that I write "failure" in quotation marks, because we're simply using it as a label, we aren't saying that it's the only (or even the most accurate) way to describe ourselves or what we were trying to do over the past year.

My greatest fear has always been failure: as a kid I was someone who was athletic and fairly smart, and so I was usually able to master most things I tried without too much effort and without too much risk. Anything I wasn't sure about I would just avoid. I can't stand making a fool of myself in front of other people. It was a very real fear that I had to face when we started the big, scary, intimidating partnership development process: what if I'm not successful? Could I still look myself in the mirror and still consider myself a person? Would it destroy my identity and my self-image?

As things played out, I don't feel like either Cynthia or I failed in what God gave us to do: we did our best and what caused us to change direction was wholly outside of our control. I prayed about whether we should just grit our teeth and keep pushing through and I really, honestly felt God tell me not to; He told us to change direction and put our dreams away (maybe on hold, maybe for good). That's not giving up or quitting.

So what do you do when what you step out in faith, do what it felt like God had told you to pursue, and it doesn't work out? To an outside observer, it does appear to be "failure". What should we do with that? As far as we look at it personally, we aren't treating it as a failure: we're understanding that God simply has different purposes for us than we expected.

However, as we are hoping this blog can become a testimony and a ministry to others, I believe God has given Cynthia and I an experience to be used to encourage others who are either on the verge of pursuing a dream God has given (and are afraid of what will happen if it doesn't work out) or who have had a similar disillusioning, confusing experience where they tried, but things didn't turn out the way they expected. That fear of "failure" in the eyes of parents, peers, friends, neighbors, etc is a very real pressure.

Our story, and our reaction to the "failure" of our dream, is an illustration that God is faithful even if the worst happens and it comes to nothing. Instead of fearing the label "failed", we are embracing it, and using it to tell others that if they succeed, God will be there for them, but also if they "fail" God will still be there, and will strengthen them to lead faith-filled lives no matter where they end up. That's all God calls any of us to do: whether that ends up looking like "success" or "failure" in the eyes of the world or other Christians or anyone is up to God.


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Thank You Facebook

There are stories been shared how social media and Facebook have helped people find each other, either lost siblings, adopted children or even organ donors.  Last month my family got our own story.  My dad and his sister had a falling out 15 years ago when I was a child.  Although it was never discussed the greatest loss I felt was the relationship with my 2 cousins.  My cousins and my brother were too young to have many memories of each other but I was older and did remember.

Facebook was only for college students when I was in school.   One day on a whim I searched and found my cousins.  It was nice to just find a picture of them all grown up.  We would send messages occasionally and I was able to reconnect with my aunt through her sons.  As we prepared to be missionaries I included their family in our mailings, little did I know those letters meant something to them.

My aunt was in poor health for over half her life but it wasn't discussed.  Last month she passed away and I was able to be a bridge for my family through the relationship we had rekindled on Facebook.  The reunion that took place in the during the few days we visited for the funeral was wonderful and the beginning of a new chapter for our family.

I never imagined when I reached out to my cousin that those little steps would place me to be a bridge of healing for my family, I am thankful for it and it made the 3 airplane rides with 2 kids worth every minute.

It can takes a death to put things in perspective sometimes.  Family relationships aren't something we choose, but they are deep and can be painful.  These relationships create opportunity for us to grow in humility and character when we choose what is important.

Thank You Facebook for reconnecting us.

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Investing in Scripture

I love our church, you never know what the Pastor will do to make his point.  He has been known to preach on a treadmill, pass out candy, scale a ladder, balance on a 2x4.  A few weeks ago they gave everyone money.

The money wasn't ours but we were instructed to invest it, make it grow or add to and give it away.  It wasn't ours in the first place, we were the stewards.  People were given varying amounts from $1-$50.  Bob and I together were given $22.  We had until Easter to make a plan and give it away, and return the enclosed card sharing what we did with the money.

I knew I wanted to use it to sponsor a verse of Scripture translation for the Vidunda people of Tanzania.  I've been praying and sharing about them but I haven't given yet.  A verse costs $26, a mere $26 but money has been extra tight with our recent move so we hadn't done it.  We recieved $22 so I began thinking of a creative way to find the other $4 for a verse.

We have this change jar that has made the last 2 moves without being counted or cashed.  I figured there had to be at least enough in it for the rest of a verse.  We started counting it and found more than enough for another verse as well.  So we used our $22 +the change to sponsor Matthew 26:24-25

24 For the Son of Man must die, as the Scriptures declared long ago. But how terrible it will be for the one who betrays him. It would be far better for that man if he had never been born!" 25 Judas, the one who would betray him, also asked, "Rabbi, am I the one?" And Jesus told him, "You have said it."

Very fitting verses for Holy Week.  We read these verses and wish for a more powerful verse, but for Vidunda when they hear these 2 verses they will have LIFE!  Its a good investment to us since the Word of God is living and active (Hebrews 4:12), and always provides a return on your investment (Isaiah 55:11)

Join me in sponsoring one more verse for the Vidunda people in Tanzania.

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Aaron Shust is a OneVerse Artist sharing his passion for seeing every person hear God's word in their language.  

The Easy Choice

Bob started his new job at Wycliffe last week.  We want to share how God has faithfully provided this job and answered our specific prayers.  Bob applied for a dozen jobs in January while we waited to see where God wanted us.  He prayed that God would provide the job we needed, and also that God would make it clear what direction He wanted us to go now by what job He provided, and would make the choice easy. Bob also called his supervisor from Wycliffe, the job he left in April  2010 to focus on our partnership team in preparation to serve in Nigeria.  She did not know any potential openings in his old department, so we applied elsewhere.  Bob quickly got a call back from another position in Orlando and began the interview process.  These interviews provided us hope as we waited for an offer.  Bob received positive feedback and completed 4 of 5 interviews.

Then we got a call.  There was an unexpected opening in his old department. Bob applied and was quickly offered the position.  He was also still in the running for the other position. Both jobs had attractive qualities.  We were waiting to finish the interview process, when we got an email informing Bob that the other position was pursuing another candidate and not Bob.  Suddenly we had only one offer, and the decision was easy; just as Bob had prayed.

We are excited to be back at the Wycliffe USA Mobilization Center in Orlando, as we continue to support Bible Translation around the world with IT and our blogging.

Last week we got to share our passion with some friends from Carbondale.  Eboni and Kyla visited us during Spring Break.  Eboni realized how much we take having accessible scripture for granted when so many people desire it but still have to wait.

Why is the Bible important to you?