cowboy boots for snowshoes

Our family spent the past two years making El Paso, Texas our home. A new house, new neighbors, new congregation, new grocery stores, new doctors, new therapists, new venues for toddlers, new restaurants and a new environment: the desert. All the little things that need to be established to “settle in.”

At first, it was a bit of an adjustment to the hot climate and rocky landscape but it didn’t take long to love this unique corner of the world. El Paso is a mixture of many things including the language. Many of my conversations include a mezcla of English and Spanish words or phrases. The people of this special border town welcomed us with genuine love and kindness. They are now family.

Last month, my husband received an unexpected call while he was out-of-town. A divine call to serve as an associate pastor in Anchorage, Alaska. The deliberation process began. My husband looked at how his God-given gifts & experience fit the needs of his current call as a world missionary coordinating projects & resources for Spanish ministries and the new call as a bilingual pastor for a local stateside congregation. Phone calls, text messages, emails and conversations with fellow pastors, ministry leaders, friends and family filled up our days and thoughts.

After four weeks of prayer, the Holy Spirit led my husband to accept the call to Anchorage. We are moving to Alaska!

These moments are bittersweet, as we will deeply miss our El Pasoan family while looking forward to meeting our new friends on The Great Frontier.

Join us in our journey as we move north, from the desert to snow-covered mountains!