Like Christmas in September…

We’ve been in our house for about a month now. Truthfully, it was a little more like living in someone else’s house for a month, given that the only things we had that were really ours were whatever we brought with us in our 12 suitcases (plus guitar and keyboard) on our flight here. We were starting to get used to sleeping in someone else’s bed, in someone else’s sheets, cooking with someone else’s kitchen stuff, eating with someone else’s utinsels. Technically it was our stuff, since we bought the household contents from the previous resident, but still… cooking with anything less than Pampered Chef just isn’t the same (as Lesa would tell you). That all changed yesterday, when we got the long-awaited call that the sea container had finally arrived at the hangar. We cancelled all plans for the day and sped down to Wilson airport to inspect the contents and get our stuff… all 39 boxes of them! Stuff we hadn’t seen since May, when we packed it and drove it up to NYC to be put onto the aforementioned sea container. Stuff we couldn’t even imagine what it was since it had been so long since we packed it. Stuff we had learned to live without. Stuff we were extremely glad to see again: photo albums, decor, bicycles, everything that the Pampered Chef has ever sold, clothes, toys, videos, beds, mattress!, tools, and the list goes on and on. Anyhow, we praise God that it all arrived, that nothing was missing or broken (except a few bottles of shampoo that exploded all over the contents of...

Farewell, America

Well, it’s nearly midnight, the night before we leave for Africa and we still can’t believe we’re actually doing this. Sitting here at our mission’s headquarters, having said all our goodbyes, signing our paperwork, and reflecting back on the short 6 months it has been since we were first here, considering moving to Africa. Wow… we are utterly blown away by what God has accomplished, what he has helped us accomplish, and that he would call us to serve. Blown away by all our family and friends who answered God’s call and sacrificed a lot for us to be here right now.  Packing to move 6 times in 3 months: We can honestly say right now we will be glad to have this done with. We’ve moved from our townhouse to mission housing, drove a 270 cubic foot shipment to NY that is now on a boat for Africa, moved from the mission housing to our mini-van at the end of May,  re-packed everything  this week into the 14 suitcases which are now in front of me. Our lives are strewn about all over the place, and it will be a couple months before it all comes together again. 2500 miles to say goodbye: The past month has been a blur – we’ve driven across the country to see as many friends and family as we could and had bittersweet goodbyes all the way. We will miss all of you dearly, and will count the days until summer 2009 when we will return to see you all. Thank you so much, to every one of you who have been...

One more hug

We have made an attempt to actually say “goodbye” to everyone in South Riding and Denver and Ohio. That’s as far as we’ve gotten up to this point. But then we keep remembering people we missed, “oh no! We didn’t get to see so and so!” We’ve had special dinners, parties, lunches, etc., trying to get one more last time with each person. People have blessed us so much with amazing notes and gifts – it will definitely help us to feel loved for a long time. I told my small group that I was going to sleep with the scrapbook they gave me under my pillow and call it the “feel good about myself” book. In South Riding, we had been procrastinating our goodbyes as long as we could, so the night before we left, we told people to stop by for one more hug – we ended up having an impromptu Open House (thanks for providing the cookies, Colleen!) that lasted from 6 – 12pm. How cool is that? Man, we love people so much – it was so hard to say “goodbye.” So, it became, “see you soon!” Two years isn’t that long, really! We figure we’ll be back to visit in two summers from now. We know we have the hardest “see you soons” coming up – with our parents and siblings. We’ve begun to realize with each one that we have to recommit this to God again and again. Jesus called for this kind of radical commitment – I had never really understood what He meant before. But, now we’re starting to. Its not...

Packing Up

Andy keeps saying that he believes there is a level of organization needed to pack up and move overseas – and that we are just below that threshold. Hey – we’re artists! What can we say? Anyway, we did it… somehow. We had to sort and resort at least 10 times in the past 2 or 3 months – “storage, yard sale, or Africa? “ was my mantra until the beginning of May. Then it became “ocean shipment or airplane baggage?” Then it became “car or trash?” As we are travelling right now, our van is packed to the ceiling (no Grandma, we can’t see through the rear view mirror! 🙂 and everyone has at least 2 or 3 things on their lap. But, we did it. That’s all we can say. We sold so much stuff, its ridiculous! And we STILL are shipping a small U-Haul’s worth of stuff to Nairobi. How did we ever fit this much stuff in our townhouse? Oh well – it feels good to be down to just the essentials. And the memorabilia. And the toys. And the umpteen pieces of electronic toys (I mean, “equipment”). Thanks to all the people who helped us sort, pack, sell, haul, etc. You know who you are – we couldn’t have done it without...
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