Growing up, I lived in the same house for 17 years! My parents built the house when I was just over a year old, and moved out when I went to college. I loved that house, and think it will always be my favorite. I lived in that house for so many memorable experiences in my life: first slumber party, adopting my brother, and all of 1-12th grade (literally in the house!) are just some things that come to mind. What I love most about that house is that it was truly home. It was were my family lived, but also the place that I always came back to: after a missions trip, after camp, after my grandfather died…it was a constant in mine and my family’s life.
Things are quite a bit different for me now. Our ministry requires that we travel a lot, both in the United States and Papua New Guinea. While in Papua New Guinea, we travel back and forth from our “home” base in Ukarumpa and our village where we translate the Bible. And while here in the U.S. we have been traveling to many different states to speak at churches and with people about how they can partner with our ministry.
Traveling like this often gets quite busy! As we are planning what our last few months in the U.S. are going to look like, I am slightly surprised by the realization that we probably won’t be staying anywhere for more than a week at a time, including our “home” at my parents house.
“For I the Lord do not change;
therefore you, O children of Jacob,
are not consumed”
As I am preparing Matthew, the girls, and myself for all our traveling, I know that it can very well take a toll on our mental and emotional well-being. I am reminded that with our ministry calling, our surroundings are not going to be constant. Yet thankfully our God is the same yesterday, today and forever (Hebrews 13:8). When I am feeling like things are always in a disarray between packing, traveling, and just everyday life, God is still the same. He is still my savior, my provider, my sustainer, and my source of peace.