The past year has been a series of ups and downs. Cliché to be sure, but true nonetheless. The perfect job turned out to be less than that. The resort/ministry dream died a thousand deaths and was resurrected a thousand plus one. We’ve lived in three places. We are grateful, we are tired. This ‘following God’s leading’ thing has built us up and broken us open (some more). And sometimes all the shaking up and twists and turns are just the thing to offer you some perspective.
And so, it is with tired, grateful hearts that we feel things coming full circle and can whisper of our return (sort of) to Rochester. It is unfathomable to us that we get to have the best of both worlds, that this dream-come-true resort/ministry each summer and our people, our community, our home the rest of the year would be a thing. But so it would seem.
The road was/is winding and unpredictable. When we left Rochester just over a year ago, we thought it was forever. Like big-ugly-cry forever. And then *poof* here we are 12 months later lying in the dark just knowing *knowing* it’s time to go home. And we can. And when you have people and home, and it is all so apparent, you just do it. We gave it to Him, and He has given it back. I’m not even sure how to make sense of it quite yet.
It’s a little complex. We will move (again) and figure out how to split our life into two pieces that are intricately connected. But the decision also seems simple.
Thank you for your love, support, and prayers. To our Bemidji friends, we are forever grateful for your being the tangible love of God to us during this wild year. So glad it’s not the end, but the beginning. Rochester friends, we’ll see you soon.