Moving Day! A Photo Essay
Today we loaded all of our worldly goods into a train car, bound for a shipping vessel, bound for a semi-truck, bound for Brno. Lord willing, we'll see our stuff again in six weeks (we recently learned 6-10 containers fall into the Atlantic during transit each year--eek!). We missionaries move ourselves, without any fancy-schmancy packers or movers (military friends, kiss your packers during your next move!), so I thought I'd share the experience here. You can see how creative and recycly we get to keep costs as low as possible.
I often think of the faithful missionaries who went to foreign mission fields over a hundred years ago. They packed their belongings in their coffins, fully expecting to die on the field. They took ships to their new homes and never saw their loved ones again. How spoiled are we to do missions in an age of air travel, Skype, and texting?! Thank you, Lord, for sending us and using someone like me. You are merciful and mighty. Thank you for providing us with a mission, a home, a people group to love, a container to get our stuff there!