Found my journal and this caught my eye.

"October 2015
Right now, Brian and I are sitting in the Vienna airport.  Its hazy gray outisde and clouds are rolling in... I am watching planes come and go....and waiting for our flight to America."


Two and a half years ago I would have written that differently, I would have said that we are waiting for our flight home...but our concept of home has radically changed in the last two and a half years.  Our concept of family, faith, and perserverance....all of those have changed.  The last two and a half years have had some extreme highs and some extreme lows.  We have had big fears, big failures, but also big surprises, big joys, and big love.  The last two and half years have been full to the brim of God's presence.  We have really understood that He is Jehovah Jireh- our provider.  He has provided every need-it hasn't always been when or how we would want it to be....but He is faithful and He provides.

Home is no longer what it once was.  Before we moved here, home was Alabama.  But, we know now more than ever that home is where our people are.  We have people we love in Alabama...people we miss and ache to see...they are home.  We have people in this house of ours who are daughters and precious ones to us...they are home.  It feels so strange to want to visit Alabama...because we want to see our people in America and we simultanesouly don't want to leave our people here....we are torn between two very different worlds.  Now, Alabama seems like some strange and distant land.  We have a new normal.  It is a strange feeling to long for a place that once was so familiar.  Moldova is our familiar now.  We know the winding bumpy roads, we know the routine of police stops and bribe requesting, we know when to smile at strangers and when not to.  We know if we open a window everyone will shout about the draft.  We "know" that ice cream and cold drinks make you get a cold.  We know corruption, we know how to shop and live and work and love here.  We also know the joy of living in a house with 18 teenage girls...we know the joy of a house filled with laughter and loud music.  We know the joy of dear ones coming just to sit next to you and talk.  We know the beauty of Moldova and her people.  I never thought I could feel so at peace here in this country.  I never thought that I could survive the kind of year we have survived.  I never knew how sweet and good our Heavenly father is....and honestly....I guess my home is neither here nor there...my home is not of this world.