It has been my intention to write a post for MONTHS. Yet, something always got in the way. Whether it was my own insecurities, frustration that I didn’t know how to add pictures, or thought I had nothing worthwhile to say I just haven’t done it. Now I feel like the Lord is saying it’s the right time.
For the past year we thought our destination was Amsterdam. On Friday we learned that we have been rerouted to Budapest, Hungary. Our family will still be doing the same ministry, just living in a different location. So as not to confuse you, there are 2 ReachGlobal teams residing in Budapest. One team is the Budapest City Team who ministers within Budapest and the surrounding areas. The other team, which we serve on, is the SERVEurope Resource Team that engages in ministry all over Europe and Canada. Budapest serves as the team’s hub and place of residence. When we first became ReachGlobal missionaries, the plan was to move the SERVEurope team to Amsterdam. This has proven incredibly challenging since visas are hard to obtain. The goal is still to relocate there eventually, but that could be a couple of years. So, Budapest it is.
How are the girls with this decision you ask? Well…it was hard to take at first. I broke the news to one over boba. She smiled, said wow, sucked some balls through her straw, and pulled up pics of Budapest on her phone. This one communes with Jesus in nature’s wide open spaces. She was happy to see the lush green landscape, so her soul was at peace. A little more discussion and she was good to go. A few hours later, with a whole lot of prayer I brought up the subject to the other two as gently as possible because I knew this would be a harder sell. One was silent and kept doing her homework (she was drawing maps from memory which she hates, so I knew she wasn’t good.) The other started tearing up immediately. She needed a few hours to herself to grieve Amsterdam and deal with the news. Like myself, this one loves the ocean so going to a landlocked country 8 hours from the nearest large body of water was disappointing. She was frustrated and tired of yet another adjustment to our plans. The past 5 years have been riddled with transition and it’s exhausting. The stoic one, who’d rather do her homework than think about the inevitable, eventually had tears, I held her, prayed and then we Googled images. We perused the photos and an hour later a silent resignation set in and she stated, “I think this is a Soup Plantation night.” We have a tradition that every time there is a momentous occasion such as when we broke it to the girls we were selling our home, or that we were moving to Panama (so we thought) we celebrate our happiness or drown our sorrow in an all you can eat buffet.
Mark met us at SP where we encountered dear missionary friends who “just so happened” (totally God ordained) to be eating there as well. They buttered our bread with sunshine which lifted all of our spirits. With the lighter mood, the girls were amenable to listening to Mark divulge extra details about “the change” (in the photo above he is using napkins and “table trash” to make a map) and by the time our meal had concluded all of us were receptive to being led by the Holy Spirit into a country that may be our promised land. God, where you go we will follow. xo, J