Three years ago, our feet touched the soil of our new home. We never imagined how quickly the people, languages, food and culture of this country would penetrate our very souls. God has taught us so much these past three years. We are not the same family we were when we arrived. We have learned to lean on God and trust him in all circumstances. There are really no words to describe the experiences we have had, but if you see us, ask us to try. We want to share them with you. Thank you, God, for these first three years.
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor the fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer's;
he makes me tread on my high places.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
