There are many times when our emotions are raw.

There are many times we want to share all the nitty, gritty details of things that make us angry on our blog, but we know it wouldn’t be constructive.

There are many times we want to share about our frustrations that come in many forms, but know it not only would be endangering to us, those reading it wouldn’t understand what we were sharing unless they too lived it.

There are times we grieve because we can’t be with family or friends.

There are times when we wonder if we are hurting the boys by raising them here.

There are times we want to hop on the next plane to fly back to an environment we know how to operate in without needing to think of cultural this or that or how to say something.

There are times we grieve selling our home, cars, possessions and leaving comfort.

There are times we want a family members or a friends loving arms giving us a bear hug.

We are people, fallen creatures.  We have emotions, in fact, these emotions are more tapped into here than they’ve ever been while living in our passport country.

Why do we stay?  Only one word can answer this question: obedience.  When things are down, like right now, we hang onto knowing we were called here and we are here out of obedience.  His ways are higher than our ways, even when we can’t see it.