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Devotional Memoir

Perspective

In flight, I glance out the window. Plane views offering perspective. Patterns visible from 20,000+ feet. 

As a kid, I begged for a seat by the window. Delighting in views as we gained altitude. 

Watching tiny cars travel small, neat lanes. Between miniature houses all lined up in rows. Rivers curving, shining in the sun through cities and countrysides. 

Fields of various colors appearing so perfectly arranged. In squares and rectangles. 

On clear nights, myriads of lights indicated cities, towns, villages far below. Captivating. Spurring on my imagination.  

Perspective. Flying over the island of Malta.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

Makeshift altar

Our firstborn was 14 weeks old when we moved overseas. En route to Pakistan. 

The week before we left America, I held her close and wept. Quietly. With the door shut. In the bedroom at my in-laws’ home.

I asked the Lord, “What are we doing to our little girl?” 

The weight of leaving what we knew and going to the unknown hit me hard that day as I rocked Becca in my arms. 

But we finished packing our trunks and suitcases. Then boarded the Thai Airways flight across the ocean.

On our way. 1992.