and a season for every activity under the heavens:
When I was in the season of raising my kids, I never dreamed that there would be a season where I was living overseas far away from my family and home. Oh, I threatened my kids sometimes saying, “When you are all grown, I’m going to go to Russia and work in an orphanage.” The implication was that those orphans would appreciate everything I did for them which didn’t always seem to be the case with my own children. I never really imagined, however, that I would do such a thing. Now, I find myself at the end of that very season – almost 3 years of living overseas in a different culture, different language, different people – and I don’t quite know what to do with it.