

Anahi
learned to walk with Timothy. Julie and I got to enjoy not only the
Latin American spring, which officially begins September 21st, but also a spring
season in our marriage and our ministry. We had been married for almost 12 years.
The year before had been extremely busy and hard personally. Since Timothy was
born seven years earlier, we had not been able to have more kids. Only two
years before the arrival of Anahi, we had moved into our own home.
We
had seen the ministry of the radio station grow and succeed into autonomy and have
an impact in the Paraguayan community and were getting ready for our fourth
trip back to the States for furlough, a trip we took every three years to see
families and friends in the States. Tickets had been purchased; we had our
itinerary laid out.
That’s
when the accident happened on a cold, foggy April morning on our way to
Asuncion.
Later
I realized how Julie is definitely on furlough, enjoying the best ice cream and
the best road system (she always told me she missed the paved roads of the USA).
She and Timothy have made it home.
Anahi
is only five now. As she grows and understands, I will be telling her the
story, a story of redemption, grace, and so much love. First the love of God
the Father, and then the love of Julie, who was a voice for the abandoned and
homeless. And finally the story of my life, of how God has changed me in the
process, from not considering adoption to embracing first Anahi and now two more
kids as my own. Today, I cannot fathom my life without Anahi.
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