About ten months after my husband and I arrived in Africa, we got this e-mail from our son, Matt, in southern California:
Our kids never tried to stop us from moving to Africa. They acknowledged they’d miss us, but they never attempted to influence our decision.
Karen and Matt, and Jill, too, knew full well that when God pointed my husband and me to Africa, they would pay a high cost, and were willing to do so.
“I miss you both so terribly sometimes….”
When I read and re-read those words, my heart whirled.