When we married, May 12, 1973, I was the one who wanted to be a missionary in distant cultures. Steve was a campus minister with Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship. He had never been out of the country except for Canada.
For many of those years the lake house we now call home has been the still place in a constantly shifting lifestyle. A quilt hangs over the piano with cross-stitched maps of all the states and countries we have called home. Home is wherever we are all together, we decided long ago when we moved 27 times in 14 months, waiting for visas and then housing in Mozambique.
Thirty-seven years ago I could never have imagined all that we have seen and done together. Thank you, Steven, for this great adventure of trusting God.