With open hands we bring to the altar our hopes and plans, our expectations of what we thought this cross-cultural life would look like. We let go of earthly possessions, packing and unpacking, giving sacrificially, receiving God’s abundance.

We say goodbye and often it is painful. We aren’t on the right side of the ocean for one last hug, the death around us feels senseless. Dreams get buried, and ministries fail.

We don’t shy away from the hard conversations, but offer hope in the midst of grief and loss.