As we roll into the holiday season the year is quite a blur. It began with ministry to missionaries in the guesthouse in Ecuador, time with our Europe/Eurasia staff in England and Andrew and Brittney’s wedding in July. After that, the wheels seemed to fall off the bus.
My dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Nancy’s mom was diagnosed with cancer and she passed away in September. We lost a major donor that has put our financial situation with the mission in jeopardy. We are currently on leave until we are able to raise sufficient support.
It’s interesting that at the beginning of this year, I wrote this blog post.
Little did I know how I would be feeling come November, a bit like the guy in the first 20 verses of Lamentations 3. But it’s verse 21 that I cling to this Thanksgiving, “Yet I still dare to hope.” God has been exceedingly gracious to us this year. As he has been in over 30 years together and 20 years in missions. It is that lifetime of his faithfulness that helps frame
these few months of struggle.
On Thursday, our house will be full, with our kids, missionary kids who feel like our own and some of their friends from work. I can only be grateful. I can only chose hope. Because his mercies are new every morning.
Jeff & Nancy
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