When we set out on this journey called life none of us can know the time allotted to us or the direction our paths will take. For us it involved submitting to what we felt was the call of God, though not without struggle. When that call meant leaving our home island and heading first to the UK, then to Seychelles and Zimbabwe, it seemed really scary and intimidating. We both questioned whether we had got it right many times, but looking back at lessons learned and lives changed, we can see that it was always meant to be.
The most difficult challenge, mind you, was not going forth in service, but staying behind in pain. Our hearts were seared most deeply by the long season (13 years) of Diane's own battle with anxiety and debilitating depression, and my own 22 years of facing some of the worst pain known to humankind. Compared to that, setting out to serve God and share his love with others, was both a privilege and a learning curve. We bear scars, however, that are trophies of overcoming, not marks of despair. Diane's joy and cheerfulness in every experience of life, may have been hidden during her years of anguish, but have burst forth in blessing right up to the present day. She is the light of my life.
So, no 'blue Monday' for us here. Instead it's Happy Birthday Diane and welcome to our Year of Jubilee!
