Moving on from Nepal to the next nomadic moment in our life was like moving on from one world to another. So where do you go when all your plans for the future disappear? First you go to Father to listen for His Voice. And then you listen some more. As we listened, we knew we needed to head to Santa Ana, California for the next school year. We needed some time to heal and a place to settle while we awaited His Voice and direction for the next big move.
Bill’s parents were in Santa Ana and mine were in Santa Barbara, so we
would have time with family nearby. And it meant that Jonathan, at 6 years old, could attend the school at our home church, Calvary Church of Santa Ana. He loved
first grade and did well. Jenny, at 3 1/2 went to their nursery two mornings a week and stayed home with me the rest of the time for whatever home school we could fit in, but mostly mother-daughter time, and soul resting. Meanwhile, Bill went to school to study electronics at the local college. His goal was to put together a computer to take to our next assignment—wherever that would happen to be.
While traveling the year between the worlds, God gave us a cute little rental home on Parton Ave. in Santa Ana. The church helped us find furniture and even an old piano for me to play. Even with the kindness of everyone around, my heart wandered in and out of depression, wondering how to trust Him now. Letters from expats and friends were encouraging. But it was especially hard when we heard that some of them planned to head back to Nepal. Memories wandered in and out of my heart daily....such longing. I even missed our small Bharatpur airport, which was just a grass strip back then and had only two flights a week. Now it's now a major airport in Nepal with three flights a day!
But Father had not put in Bill's heart to return to Nepal--an unknown protection for us. This was a very hard decision for me. I somehow felt like a 2nd class citizen not returning home or going to a place of our choice--like the Lord's most loved were there. That was the crucial issue--finding my proper place in Him, not locations or even people.
Then a word from dear friend Deidre Bobgan came: "Lean on Me; lean heavily upon My Love, for I am strong and will uphold you, comfort you and supply your every need. Take your eyes from off your concerns and worries and steadily gaze at Me and I will do all things well. As you trust Me, you will be free. As you gaze upon me, your entire body will be full of light and healing. But remember to lean on me and I will give you peace. Behold, you are complete in Me!"
While traveling the year between the worlds, God gave us a cute little rental home on Parton Ave. in Santa Ana. The church helped us find furniture and even an old piano for me to play. Even with the kindness of everyone around, my heart wandered in and out of depression, wondering how to trust Him now. Letters from expats and friends were encouraging. But it was especially hard when we heard that some of them planned to head back to Nepal. Memories wandered in and out of my heart daily....such longing. I even missed our small Bharatpur airport, which was just a grass strip back then and had only two flights a week. Now it's now a major airport in Nepal with three flights a day!
But Father had not put in Bill's heart to return to Nepal--an unknown protection for us. This was a very hard decision for me. I somehow felt like a 2nd class citizen not returning home or going to a place of our choice--like the Lord's most loved were there. That was the crucial issue--finding my proper place in Him, not locations or even people.
Then a word from dear friend Deidre Bobgan came: "Lean on Me; lean heavily upon My Love, for I am strong and will uphold you, comfort you and supply your every need. Take your eyes from off your concerns and worries and steadily gaze at Me and I will do all things well. As you trust Me, you will be free. As you gaze upon me, your entire body will be full of light and healing. But remember to lean on me and I will give you peace. Behold, you are complete in Me!"
So it was a year of slow healing from the emotional searing and tearing
from so many loved ones. Jenny drew of her behind a fence and our dear Kunti on the other. Even the kids felt the loss and pain.
We also learned that we could get sick in the US. Both kids came down with scarlet fever in January. But most of the time they were well and found that they liked things that came with living in the US, like “ice cream, hot dogs, Sesame Street, and toy stores” (says a newsletter sent out to friends). But they too missed our village and Wycliffe friends. Plus we had many wonderful times with family, and a Christmas with both Bill's and my family, being loved on and spoiled over and over. Here's a pic of the kids that year with Bill's parents.
We also learned that we could get sick in the US. Both kids came down with scarlet fever in January. But most of the time they were well and found that they liked things that came with living in the US, like “ice cream, hot dogs, Sesame Street, and toy stores” (says a newsletter sent out to friends). But they too missed our village and Wycliffe friends. Plus we had many wonderful times with family, and a Christmas with both Bill's and my family, being loved on and spoiled over and over. Here's a pic of the kids that year with Bill's parents.
During the year we kept in touch with friends from Nepal, and received a letter from Kissan telling of his decision to follow Jesus. He was baptized soon after.
Baptism in Nepal meant he could be put in prison. In Nepal, baptism has been the dividing line to declare you allegiance to Jesus and to do things His way and not the old ways of tradition. We later learned that Kissan’s father had stopped sacrificing and was believing Jesus' Word too. He was 80 years old and probably the first Tharu from Nepal in heaven! Soon there were 3 more believers, and now we hear there is even a church in our village that used to be so small!
Meanwhile we sought to hear His Voice and just be with Him as He healed us from such loss. Initially we thought we might head to Indonesia. It was “close” to Nepal and we thought it would be a good place to invest our lives. We began planning and put together a supply list. Have you ever tried to think of all you’ll need for 4-5 years for your whole family and then get it together in just a few months?
However, Indonesia was not meant to be our next home. Instead our assignment was to that familiar country of Mexico. Funny how God redirects our steps. So how did Mexico become the new destination? Well, we kept getting invitations from people in Mexico asking us to come and help them. And Bill grew up in Mexico, plus we both were already fairly conversant in Spanish. Still, it wasn't our first choice. Thankfully, God is bigger than our first choices and knows the exact times and places for our lives (Acts 17:26).
This change in direction was like the Macedonian call that Paul had, when the Spirit wouldn’t let him go to Bithynia and sent him to Macedonia. Acts 16--the Holy Spirit prevented them from speaking God's message in Asia! He heard the words, “Come over to Macedonia, and help us.” Those were the words we heard from Mexico and we knew it was the Lord’s voice. Some called us "an answer to prayer." So our death to a vision was the answer to others' needs we could not yet begin to imagine.
As it turned out, Mexico was also a better place for Bill’s computer project. And the Lord promised that He had "a people for you for I put things together that go together" and Indonesia was not a fit. We learned, albeit slowly, that the Lord also has a burden for those in Mexico.
It also became clearer that being in Mexico would enable Bill to help those going back to Nepal to get photo-ready Scripture portions off the press. During this year we had good visits from many friends from our years in Nepal. We also had opportunities to share God’s work in Nepal and in our own lives with churches and friends.
Before our first pilgrimage to Mexico City, we spent the summer at the University of Oklahoma in Norman, where Bill taught grammar and I taught phonetics. We loved it. The kids loved it there too, and made many new friends.
This change in direction was like the Macedonian call that Paul had, when the Spirit wouldn’t let him go to Bithynia and sent him to Macedonia. Acts 16--the Holy Spirit prevented them from speaking God's message in Asia! He heard the words, “Come over to Macedonia, and help us.” Those were the words we heard from Mexico and we knew it was the Lord’s voice. Some called us "an answer to prayer." So our death to a vision was the answer to others' needs we could not yet begin to imagine.
As it turned out, Mexico was also a better place for Bill’s computer project. And the Lord promised that He had "a people for you for I put things together that go together" and Indonesia was not a fit. We learned, albeit slowly, that the Lord also has a burden for those in Mexico.
It also became clearer that being in Mexico would enable Bill to help those going back to Nepal to get photo-ready Scripture portions off the press. During this year we had good visits from many friends from our years in Nepal. We also had opportunities to share God’s work in Nepal and in our own lives with churches and friends.
Before our first pilgrimage to Mexico City, we spent the summer at the University of Oklahoma in Norman, where Bill taught grammar and I taught phonetics. We loved it. The kids loved it there too, and made many new friends.
But we were ready to move on to the next assignment skillfully prepared by Father and the new goal was to be in Mexico City by September so the kids could start school: Jenny in kindergarten and Jonathan in second grade. And so, to get to Mexico City, we purchased a used 1973 VW van to carry us and all our earthly belongings—plus the micro computer. However, as if in foreshadowing, we had car problems all the way from Oklahoma to California. But many repairs later, after saying many goodbys with family and friends.....we headed into the next great unexpected adventure....in Nuevo Laredo.
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