For those of you who don't know, on October 19, 2009, my family and I drove away from our house that had a "for sale" sign in the yard, beginning what I thought would be a five day journey down to Mexico to live for at least two years.
We drove past trees with leaves that were changing colors. We drove past my old school, where, at the time, most of my friends were.
Well it has been almost two years, and I have to tell you that I was wrong. I thought the journey would only be five days, but it has been much longer. These two years have been a wondrous journey. I have had boring days. I have had exciting days. I have met amazing people with amazing stories. I have learned a second language. People from all over have come to support the organization of Fishers of Men. I have met Americans from what seems like every state. I have met Koreans and Canadians. I have eaten things I would never have eaten in my little state of Indiana. I saw the ocean for the first time, climbed a mountain, laughed, cried, saw an ash cloud from a volcano, played "futból," smiled, hugged, offended, made-up, been a clown, and loved every second of it.
I will never forget my adventures here, and God has blessed me with a TON of memories.
As I write this, in September of 2011, I know that God is calling my family back to the U.S.A. . I don't know why, but I'm anxious to find out. What I do know is in Jeremiah 29:11 God tells us his plans are to prosper us. Not my plans. His plans. I also know from Deuteronomy 31:6 that the Lord is always with me, and will be at my side every step of the way! He will never leave me!