It has been a while since I took up words in this little series of letters to you. Maybe that’s because I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to be here by my side where I could say all the things to you in person that God put on my heart for you. Waiting to spend the mornings sipping coffee and singing his praises with you and the afternoons showing you more and more of what it means to be an imperfect but earnest missionary in his service.
I thought you’d be here today, Emma, with me. You did too.… Read the rest!