I love watching for God’s surprises, like when rays of sunshine light up just one flower in a dark area.

This pair of falcons perched just a few feet from our front window the first morning we were home from Nepal. They were so close I took this photo with my phone. I was having my quiet time, and when these two birds flew over, it felt prophetic, like we had just come home from a long flight to rest and regroup. I love the routines of home, and I love travel. Nepal is very far away from Marabá. First, we flew 4-5 hours to São Paulo. Then we flew over the Atlantic Ocean, over West Africa, over the Sahara Desert (that alone took about four hours), and over the Mediterranean. We could see Italy off to our right and Crete and Greece under us. Finally, we landed to switch planes in Istanbul. That flight was 12-13 hours. Then we flew another seven hours (Vancouver to New York is 5h, 20m) over a couple of the Seven Seas and for hours along one side of the Himalayas. It was good to get home.

God created a magnificent and very large habitat for us to work out our stuff to determine if we will choose to live in a relationship with Him in a variety of scenarios.

The trip felt SO worthwhile. It felt like a family gathering. We felt right at home with some long-time friends and many whom we had never met before or only in passing. And we’re glad to be home.

This week we are traveling 1,000 km West on the TransAmazon Highway to help with a marriage retreat in Santarem and to visit pastors and friends on our way there and back. This will be our first road trip with the new Mission vehicle. Thank you again to all who helped with that project.