I sat alone Christmas Eve after the kids were in bed, while Brandon was working at the fire station. The tears started flowing. It hit me like a ton of bricks that next year this was all going to look completely different. They were tears that I had to let go.Read More
When we first started thinking about going into missions, I literally googled “paid missionary positions.” Disclaimer: they do exist. They also were not right for us, as much as I prayed for them to be. The hardest part for me at the beginning of our whole process was just the thought of humbling myself to ask for people to support us.
It literally made me cringe.Read More