I’ve talked here and there about the piece of my story that involves Indonesia.
The short version is that my husband and I spent five years there…serving, living, loving.
It was good, and it was full of lessons.
It was hard, and it was full of tears.
It was long, and at the same time, it went by too quickly.
I’ve been back in the States for about four years, and I mean it when I say not a day goes by that I don’t ache for Indonesia.
But something God has had to teach me is that the ache isn’t a bad thing.
Rather, it means that it meant something.
Nearly nine years ago we were selling off our lives…the tangible parts at least. Except for putting some things in storage and packing eight suitcases/containers, it was all going away…to friends and family, to strangers, some of it even to the curb.
It was what we had to do to follow the dream of Indonesia, and we were okay with that. Mostly.
But following a God-sized dream like Indonesia came at a price.
Today I’m over at God-sized Dreams, talking about the real of following a dream…and the beauty that He brings when we choose Him. Join me? 
Yes, I’ll join you! I must hear more! Love this: “But something God has had to teach me is that the ache isn’t a bad thing.
Rather, it means that it meant something.” A beautiful, difficult truth. So excited to read more about your journey. Blessings to you.
I’m so grateful to have you here, walking this journey with me! Blessings, sweet friend.