In the States, my picture of suffering was very different than it is now. To me, suffering was:
Though those things are difficult and most certainly are a form of persecution, my views of suffering have transformed since coming here.
It now looks more like this:
I remember one year our family went to the beach. We always went to the same place each year: Schooner Ridge in Duck, North Carolina. We always went in the off season… less crowds, less immodesty, and better pricing! We had the greatest time as a family. We really love the beach and miss it so much!
Exhausted! We worked for most of the day cleaning the church and preparing it for painting and carpet. Everyday we are getting closer and closer to having the church ready. A few more weeks should do it! But one room that is almost finished, lacking electrical work, lighting, and paint on the ceiling...
Ready for the BEFORE and AFTER pictures?