Backroads. On the way to somewhere.
And we pass narrow paths disappearing into the woods. Trees tall and leafy obscure our view of where they’re going.
Deeper in.
Then, one day we take a path. Into a national forest.

Obscurity marks journeys of the faithful.
Not planned, necessarily.
Or wanted.
But purposeful in the work and way of the Lord.

Unexpected surrender started with an invitation. Out of the blue. To consider a role in the U.S.
And our immediate thought? No. Can’t be right. Our calling is cross-cultural. Among the nations.
Besides, we weren’t ready to leave South Asia and her people. The place had wrestled its way into our hearts.
Then another ask came. To focus on megacities in South Asia. Surely that’s the one, we thought. Fits our heart and skill set. New city. Same area of the world.
