My first week of college, I felt God’s gentle nudge, trying to tell me something. But I had just gotten settled in college, and I was afraid He was going to ask me to uproot again, so I ignored Him. Six weeks later, on my first trip home from college, I hydroplaned into a car stopped for road construction, and God finally had my full attention. I felt a little ridiculous for ignoring Him when I realized He was being extremely gracious and giving me time to get used to the idea of missions while I earned my degree. I told Him I didn’t think He had designed me to go alone, and God promised that I wouldn’t. And, very uncharacteristically, I waited patiently for the next two years until I met Jason, finishing his training at Moody Bible Institute. But God never promised that I wouldn’t come home alone. When Jason and I started talking marriage, I looked about for a book on missions. God kept leading me to Jim Elliot’s biography, a missionary who gave his life serving the Waodani tribe. I already knew this amazing story and wanted to read something that didn’t end with the husband dying, but God made it clear I was supposed to get that book. I (finally) obeyed, bought it and read it. God was wanting me to commit to Him and His call on my life first, and my husband second. Through all of our adventures, Jason has had at least 30 close calls, and I am grateful God has continued to allow us to share life together.

2 Corinthians 4:18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what I seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.