We moved to Sweden!


An important page from my passport


December 7th 2017.
We left Mozambique
There were tears and hugs and lots of luggage and lots of notes about who will take what where and how all of our Earthly possessions have been dispersed. We have very good friends who we trust. We also depend on each other when things get tough or weird or even exciting! I love you guys. You are Jesus' hands weather you know it or not. 

December 10th 2017. 
We arrived in AMERICA!!!
There were hugs and tears and all that luggage! We spent Christmas with my family in Birmingham AL area. Cousins were reacquainted. Sisters were reunited. Brothers-in-law were reminded how it feels to watch the flurry of activity created by the addition of the 1st sister and family to the bunch. It was a wonderful stop and just what we needed. We took the kids away from Grandma's house as little people 5 years ago. They are now full-fledged teenagers and all bigger than Grandma. It was too long to be apart. It was a choice we made to ensure that the Nyungwe New Testament wasn't delayed. Most of our sacrifices are small and involve some physical discomfort in the moment. Pulling kids away from family doesn't hurt very much... until you come back. Then it hits so hard that there aren't words. Love covers all and God's grace is indescribable. 

December 28th 2017. 
We arrived in SWEDEN!!!
In the dark of night on a frozen plane, we landed in Gothenburg into the arms of family once again. We are rich to have such love to receive us and send us off again on each trip. We left Sweden in August of 2013. Our children last went to school in Sweden in 2009! They are in for a real treat this year! They have grown up and thrived in our African homes and schools. They have been surrounded by others who "don't belong" quite where they are.. and as such, they have found a sense of belonging among those like them. Now they are stepping into Swedish schools... as internationally-born Swedes. 

We look forward to finding our place here.
We look forward to meeting old friends here and there.
We look forward to knowing NEW friends in this year we will spend on Mjölmossevägen in the middle of Sweden. Welcome to get in touch if you are in the neighborhood! I've got some Mozambican coffee to share, if you do!

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