Homeless

Yesterday was the Chichewa service at Bunda CCAP, so we stayed home and listened to a service from University Mennonite (Our church in PA). Actually we listened to the 50^th Anniversary celebration service, which we were sad to miss, but Malawi is pretty far (and $11,000 too much to spend in tickets) for a weekend trip.

At one point during the service they called up all the 3^rd generation from the congregation, and I realized “That would have been Joel and Emma”. At that point I found myself thinking “What on earth have we done?”. We have put down deep roots in central PA, and I don’t think we’re really realized how much it may cost us to leave.

As a family we are at an odd place. We’ve left the home we’ve known for the last 10 years - the town where I have spent more of my life than anywhere else, and the town where Joel and Emma were the 3^rd generation in our church. But before we had time to root ourselves in our new place in Greenville, we left for 5 months in Malawi. As this time comes to a close, we find ourselves saying “when we go back…” and not quite being able to say “home”, because we don’t really know where home is.

I know some of our new friends in Greenville may read this. Please don’t take this the wrong way. We want to make a home for ourselves in Greenville, but we are keenly aware of what we have lost.