Please God, not Africa!

We've had kind of a big week here.  It's been a bit of a roller coaster. On Tuesday, an offer was placed on our house from the family that had put the note in our mailbox. On Wednesday, we counter-offered. On Thursday, we sold our house. Can I be really honest and say that this was actually really hard?  This business of knowing, not only that we're going to be homeless in a few months, but also that we'll never live here again, is tough.  We love our house.  It's our home. When I told the kids that we'd actually sold it, they all kind of looked at me and said, "Oh." Oh. Exactly.  Although these are exciting days, they're hard. Obedience is easy, said no-one ever. And then another big deal on Thursday.  One of our big prayer requests has been for Ethan.  Ethan is NOT coming with us to Togo and my momma's heart is having a struggle with this one too.  I know it's natural for kids to grow up and leave the nest, but is it natural f

It's actually happening.  Round 2. We have been approved (re-approved?) by our sending agency, ABWE, to return to Togo. (insert deep breath here) I'm stoked.  Nate's stoked.  The kids are stoked. But this time, we go with eyes wide open. So even though we're stoked, we are also realistic. One of my first blog posts, waaaaay back in 2012 when this whole business began, was entitled Counting Miracles. And guess what?  We're doing a repeat. So here's the scoop on what's been happening in the last bit.  (And if you already know this, feel free to scroll down.  This is for my own sake.  I don't want to forget this stuff.) In November 2015, Kylie basically received medical clearance regarding her infected foot.  She had an MRI a month before (which was kind of a funny story because they lost power in the entire department and she ended up being trapped in the MRI tube for about 2 hours.  Well, it's a funny story now, anyhow) and when we met w