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Overseas Living and Life as I know It

When I said "yes" to marrying Steven, I knew what I was getting into--sort of. In fact, I had to decide upon a life with probabilities of living overseas about the time I realized our relationship could be more than friends. 

 I want noble adventure--the kind that God provides for His children.  G.K. Chersterton though it was an awesome paradox which the life of a Christian can achieve.  We have "the collision of two passions apparently opposite".  There's the ability to be courageous and yet safe at the same time, and the ability to lose your life and find it in the same breath!

 All I know is that when Steven told me "Jesus is worth it" last year, it resonated with something in me.  I do want to believe that when Jesus commanded to go to all nations, He actually meant it.  So, I have to believe that is for today and now.    

Until then, life in America has been so awesome.  This Summer has been so full and new--more friends getting married, new hobbies like baking (!) and a new nephew.  I am excited to learn what God has in store for us after this first year of marriage.  So, my faithful few, stay tuned, as will I. 

 "Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field."--Matthew 9:38

 Summer highlights:  Us at a wedding, family visiting our new nephew, Ryan, in Dallas, and my domestic attempts at baking and plant raising.







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