January 8
Thursday, January 10th, 2008
January 8 marked 23 years since Wife and I moved to Switzerland. For her, 1985 was a bit like coming back home. For me, it was all new: Language, city-life, food, people.
I have often asked if it was the right decision… to leave “home” and come to Lausanne, even though that logic leads nowhere and we are not to second guess those things. But those of us who face discouragement still think about it, some times more than others, especially when you don’t feel as “led”.
We have received much and we have missed much. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t think of Mom or Dad, or of my siblings and their families growing in age and number. I miss old friends that meant the world to me but I’ve not seen for years.
Despite the nostalgia, I will always celebrate January 8. It marks a time of transition, a time of trust, and reminds me that perseverance and change can both be expressions of faith.
I have often asked if it was the right decision… to leave “home” and come to Lausanne, even though that logic leads nowhere and we are not to second guess those things. But those of us who face discouragement still think about it, some times more than others, especially when you don’t feel as “led”.
We have received much and we have missed much. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t think of Mom or Dad, or of my siblings and their families growing in age and number. I miss old friends that meant the world to me but I’ve not seen for years.
Despite the nostalgia, I will always celebrate January 8. It marks a time of transition, a time of trust, and reminds me that perseverance and change can both be expressions of faith.
