Flying over the Ukrainian runway, I was shocked and appalled by what I was feeling and thinking. All throughout deputation I wept as I thought of the many Ukrainians dying and going to hell; I dreamed and longed to be there...and now that that day was a reality, I wanted nothing more to return HOME...I HATED Ukraine. All I wanted to do was lock myself in a room and weep, but I was not allowed that luxury. I was thrust fully into a different culture, hoping that food I just bought really was what I thought it was, and even more preparing to give birth to our first child. That was April 6, 2007.
Flying over Ukraine on April 22, 2011, I felt such peace and contentment. I was home. This is my home. These are my people. I then remembered my struggle over 4 years ago, and though there still are and will be struggles sometimes, I praise the Lord for the work He has done in my heart.