Transition is hard. I miss my son. I miss Oklahoma.
I kept waking up all during the night with one prayer on my heart. Over and over again I asked God, “Why have you brought us here?”
I had imagined what our ministry work would be here, but we’ve only been to the reservation once. So far, my days have consisted of helping with bookwork and pulling weeds.
“Why have you brought us here, Lord?”
