When God whispers, “Follow me,” where do you go?
You leave Manhattan, Kansas, for Gainesville, Georgia, and then find yourself in Cypress, Texas.
When my daughter, Madi, graduated from high school to attend university a few hours away, God seemed to whisper, “Follow me.” Two years later and a few months before my son, Kenan, graduated from high school, God whispered, “Follow me.” Prayers. Conversations. Winter runs with my best friend. Tears. Nudging. Certain uncertainty. Finally, I gave notice and slept soundly for the first time in four years.
You left Manhappiness to do what? At this time, I write for Adventures in Missions, help out in Development and support the people who are coming off of the field and heading out. Many will walk beside children, women, and men locked in the underbelly of human trafficking.
Our long-term plan is to be authentic in friendship, honest in hope, and to live and work in the thick of real life for most of the world. Fresh water for arid souls. And then to keep serving, meeting people where they stand, and to be his hands and feet. To cling to and offer hope in an unseen God.
A year ago, one of these world changers introduced me to a Texas Aggie with a heart of gold. We were married Thanksgiving and now are learning what it means to merge an Aggie with a K-State Wildcat who sees Ulm, Germany, as home.
Join me on this newest adventure in the hands of an unseen god (and cheer on the K-State WildCats.)
