He's not finished with us...

  Moving ... We have arrived! Sort of. We are not in Tumu yet (but we’ve visited, more below). We’ve spent most of our time so far in Accra. The first several days working through immigration requirements and in SIM Ghana orientation, but much of the time since sorting out what we’ll be taking north (shopping), and other logistical things, including with our vehicle. We believe that God orchestrated a meeting with Troy back in October while training with Samaritan’s Purse. Troy, a physician, had been serving here for several years, and he and his family were preparing to move back to the US, so we were able to purchase their vehicle, a Nissan Patrol. It is a utilitarian vehicle similar to the Land Cruisers and Land Rovers so often seen in African documentaries and is perfectly suited for where we will be. (Thank you, Troy!) Half a day at the DVLA (the equivalent of most US DMV’s), some time getting the A/C serviced (more important than a steering wheel, according to our director)...

  A few weeks ago, while still in Alaska, I received a text – “You guys home yet? But where is home?   Is it where you - ‘hang your hat’, ‘park it’, ‘make it’, ‘grew up’, ‘return to’…? Is it where your – ‘family is’, ‘heart is’, or where you’re ‘longing for’…? When I was in the Navy our ship had a ‘home port’, and many of my fellow sailors couldn’t wait to get out, so they could ‘go home’. Keyboards have ‘home’ keys, and websites have ‘home’ pages. Sports teams have ‘home field advantage’, and salesmen (and animals) have ‘home territories’. SIM, our organization talks of ‘home assignment’ when leaving the field for short periods. Beside the physical, dictionary.com defines home as “the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered.” I think that for many of us that is what home becomes. Not necessarily a physical dwelling, but a place we call home. Where our family or the people we’re connected to are, that’s where home becomes. Currently, it seems when I’m ‘...