More to Come

Niagra Falls: 750,000 gallons per second

I'm struck with the uncertainties of our life. Our house is for sale with no buyers at this point. We are leaving our community fo 25 years in a safe place for an unknown community in a possibly unsafe place. We are trading a known group of familiars for an unknown mission agency in an unknown part of the world with an unknown people group for an unknown task in an unknown language.

This morning Bethyl woke up anxious. She had a hard time sleeping last night in our Holiday Inn Express room along the freeway. We're moving on this trip from California thru Illinois, up to Minnesota, down through Wisconsin, back thru Illinois, and now along the road to a spot in Angola, Indiana. These are the latest of thousands of miles around the world that we've traveled this year by plane, train, car, rickshaw, horse, and foot. This summer we visited Niagra, as you see in the picture above.

Anyway, this morning when we were talking in bed, I asked Bethyl to rest her head on my chest, listening to my heart beat. I said, "this heart will love you till it stops. It's a healthy heart. However, we don't know when that one heart will stop; hopefully not for a long time. But even then, God's love and grace for you are certain. There's always more to come." She slept for awhile. We move shortly, once again, down this road of a long obedience in the same direction. More to come.