A Story God has written...
Luke
I first noticed Chantée at Family Campmeeting in April, 2011. She was up front helping to organize all of the little kids for a song during church, and I turned to my cousin and said, “I could marry that girl”. I was speaking in jesting presumption, but she had kindness and joy about her that was attractive, and I did think she was pretty. ;)
That afternoon, I went out to our vehicle to look for my Bible. I was searching through the seats and looked up. Lo and behold, Chantée herself was walking down the road past me wearing one sandal. I thought to myself, “Now or never”, and took advantage of the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
And quite a conversation it was. She was easy to talk to. I never imagined that we would have so many interests in common. We talked until the next meeting was over and on, and might have kept talking had her dutiful siblings not intervened. ;)
Chantée
I had been made aware of Luke’s existence a few days prior to our Sabbath meeting by a mutual friend who mentioned off-handedly that he was a “nice young man”, missionary minded, farmer, nurse, etc. All buzz words that piqued my interest. My natural reaction was to give him distance when I realized he was at campmeeting, as I did not want to accidentally-on-purpose facilitate a conversation with someone who had arrested my attention. :)
Needless to say, I was surprised and delighted that we seemed to bump into each other naturally on Sabbath afternoon. I too enjoyed our conversation which uncovered many commonalities. I enjoyed it very much, in fact! And I was sorry when it came to an end, as I didn’t have high expectations that we would find reason to talk again.
Luke
After our first conversation, I for sure thought that this was the sort of girl that I would like to get to know better. But how to become friends or even to see her again? I knew that she was on her way to a wedding of some mutual friends in Tennessee. I wanted to send the bride and family a bit of asparagus, and it was also a good excuse to talk again. Come to find out, the Nebbletts themselves wanted some asparagus to take home, and I started trying to convince them to stop by the farm to pick it up on their way back from the wedding.
They did stop by, and a pleasant visit it was. I was beginning to imagine what it might be like to have have Chantée’s bare feet and joyful spirit in the garden every day :)
We found excuses to call now and again for the next few weeks about asparagus preservation, lost hymnals, seeds, and all manner of gardening topics. Eventually though, I started making a point to get to know Mom and Dad, and my correspondence with the Neb parents continued throughout the summer.
Neb Parents
It wasn’t long before we decided that we liked and respected this young man. Our ongoing dialogue revealed that he had a heart for God as well as character traits we admired, not to mention the striking similarities with Chantée in temperament, interests, outlook and goals. In spite of that, neither we parents nor Chantée were prepared to abandon long held conservative notions on friendships/relationships that, practically speaking, made it virtually impossible for Luke to get to know Chantée in a natural, pressure free friendship context.
Chantée
I was unaware of Luke’s correspondence with my parents until late summer, when I accidentally stumbled across an email. I deeply valued my parents’ input in my life and had expected that they would communicate with any young man who expressed interest in getting to know me. But after years of contented “waiting on the Lord” in this area of my life, I found the thought of entering into a new season a little bit disconcerting. :) It was with both excitement and some apprehension (of the unknown) that I looked forward to his visit to our home at the end of August.
I first noticed Chantée at Family Campmeeting in April, 2011. She was up front helping to organize all of the little kids for a song during church, and I turned to my cousin and said, “I could marry that girl”. I was speaking in jesting presumption, but she had kindness and joy about her that was attractive, and I did think she was pretty. ;)
That afternoon, I went out to our vehicle to look for my Bible. I was searching through the seats and looked up. Lo and behold, Chantée herself was walking down the road past me wearing one sandal. I thought to myself, “Now or never”, and took advantage of the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
And quite a conversation it was. She was easy to talk to. I never imagined that we would have so many interests in common. We talked until the next meeting was over and on, and might have kept talking had her dutiful siblings not intervened. ;)
Chantée
I had been made aware of Luke’s existence a few days prior to our Sabbath meeting by a mutual friend who mentioned off-handedly that he was a “nice young man”, missionary minded, farmer, nurse, etc. All buzz words that piqued my interest. My natural reaction was to give him distance when I realized he was at campmeeting, as I did not want to accidentally-on-purpose facilitate a conversation with someone who had arrested my attention. :)
Needless to say, I was surprised and delighted that we seemed to bump into each other naturally on Sabbath afternoon. I too enjoyed our conversation which uncovered many commonalities. I enjoyed it very much, in fact! And I was sorry when it came to an end, as I didn’t have high expectations that we would find reason to talk again.
Luke
After our first conversation, I for sure thought that this was the sort of girl that I would like to get to know better. But how to become friends or even to see her again? I knew that she was on her way to a wedding of some mutual friends in Tennessee. I wanted to send the bride and family a bit of asparagus, and it was also a good excuse to talk again. Come to find out, the Nebbletts themselves wanted some asparagus to take home, and I started trying to convince them to stop by the farm to pick it up on their way back from the wedding.
They did stop by, and a pleasant visit it was. I was beginning to imagine what it might be like to have have Chantée’s bare feet and joyful spirit in the garden every day :)
We found excuses to call now and again for the next few weeks about asparagus preservation, lost hymnals, seeds, and all manner of gardening topics. Eventually though, I started making a point to get to know Mom and Dad, and my correspondence with the Neb parents continued throughout the summer.
Neb Parents
It wasn’t long before we decided that we liked and respected this young man. Our ongoing dialogue revealed that he had a heart for God as well as character traits we admired, not to mention the striking similarities with Chantée in temperament, interests, outlook and goals. In spite of that, neither we parents nor Chantée were prepared to abandon long held conservative notions on friendships/relationships that, practically speaking, made it virtually impossible for Luke to get to know Chantée in a natural, pressure free friendship context.
Chantée
I was unaware of Luke’s correspondence with my parents until late summer, when I accidentally stumbled across an email. I deeply valued my parents’ input in my life and had expected that they would communicate with any young man who expressed interest in getting to know me. But after years of contented “waiting on the Lord” in this area of my life, I found the thought of entering into a new season a little bit disconcerting. :) It was with both excitement and some apprehension (of the unknown) that I looked forward to his visit to our home at the end of August.
Luke
By the time I visited the Nebbletts in August, I had decided that I wasn’t ready, or wasn’t sure at least, that I should be pursuing a relationship with Chantée. I felt acutely the need for God’s continued work in my life and character. I still wanted to visit, and did, but made no effort to try to move my relationship with Chantée forward.
I spent a week at their house, including a four day backpacking trip. Things went well, and we had a good time. I was growing to appreciate Chantée and her family more. But was I ready? Was she the one? I wasn’t sure how to find out without risking heartache.
Neb Parents
It became obvious to us that Luke was no more eager than we were to move forward in a committed relationship with Chantée without the certainty that this was the will of God. He had been very frank in discussion with us about his past history, his weaknesses and any areas of common or differing perspectives. We were satisfied by the growing certainty that he was a man of integrity and grew to deeply appreciate and trust him.
By the time I visited the Nebbletts in August, I had decided that I wasn’t ready, or wasn’t sure at least, that I should be pursuing a relationship with Chantée. I felt acutely the need for God’s continued work in my life and character. I still wanted to visit, and did, but made no effort to try to move my relationship with Chantée forward.
I spent a week at their house, including a four day backpacking trip. Things went well, and we had a good time. I was growing to appreciate Chantée and her family more. But was I ready? Was she the one? I wasn’t sure how to find out without risking heartache.
Neb Parents
It became obvious to us that Luke was no more eager than we were to move forward in a committed relationship with Chantée without the certainty that this was the will of God. He had been very frank in discussion with us about his past history, his weaknesses and any areas of common or differing perspectives. We were satisfied by the growing certainty that he was a man of integrity and grew to deeply appreciate and trust him.
Chantée
Luke put me at ease with his natural and friendly manner, and I greatly enjoyed his visit to our home. I had appreciated him before, but by the time he left our house I knew there were more things I liked about him than ever. He proved to be an expert woodsman and our family had a great time backpacking with him and cooking feasts over the fire. :) A meaningful conversation during a hike in the rain confirmed in my mind that this was a man of God. A man whose direction in life was noble and commanded my respect. But his reserve as compared to our interactions of the spring left me with little to no sense of what he was thinking and what the future might hold for us.
The months that followed brought many opportunities to trust God in a deeper way than ever before as we tried to sort out our ideas regarding relationships. Our one-on-one communication was minimal and we both developed a number of misconceptions. Through the journey of the fall and winter, I learned much about real faith, acceptance-with-joy of whatever the will of God ordains, and embracing every gift He gives- including loss. I came to the end of the year with no expectations that Luke and I would ever enter into a deeper relationship, but praising God still for bringing him into my life for a season and teaching me so much through him.
Neb Parents
We stopped communication with Luke in December, sensing that he needed time and space to sort out his thoughts on Fisher/Nebblett relations. :) We also needed to sort out our own thoughts and consider prayerfully what we would do differently in the future, based on what we were learning about friendships/relationships.
As the weeks and months passed we had no evidence that it was God’s purpose to bring Luke and Chantée’s lives together. We were at peace with that but had misgivings about our communication with him (or lack thereof) of the late fall and early winter and sensed it had created potential misunderstandings between us. We hoped that God would open the way for clarifying communication that would make it possible for our future encounters to be pleasant and friendly rather than awkward.
Luke
God did open a way for clarifying communication! In February, the Neb parents took the initiative to share with me their thoughts and feelings about our summer and fall interactions and clear up potential misunderstandings. I appreciated the gesture and wrote them back within a few hours. I shared with them more of my thoughts and the reasons why I too had been out of touch with them the last couple of months.
To have any chance of a normal family friendship going forward, and to prevent lingering awkwardness, I thought that it would be best if I had an open and honest conversation with Chantée about our (non)relationship of the previous year. Her parents agreed and gave their blessing. As Providence would have it, Chantée and her family had it their hearts to accept an invitation to pick up asparagus at the farm again in April. I was glad they were coming and hoped that we could all act like (and maybe be?) friends.
Luke put me at ease with his natural and friendly manner, and I greatly enjoyed his visit to our home. I had appreciated him before, but by the time he left our house I knew there were more things I liked about him than ever. He proved to be an expert woodsman and our family had a great time backpacking with him and cooking feasts over the fire. :) A meaningful conversation during a hike in the rain confirmed in my mind that this was a man of God. A man whose direction in life was noble and commanded my respect. But his reserve as compared to our interactions of the spring left me with little to no sense of what he was thinking and what the future might hold for us.
The months that followed brought many opportunities to trust God in a deeper way than ever before as we tried to sort out our ideas regarding relationships. Our one-on-one communication was minimal and we both developed a number of misconceptions. Through the journey of the fall and winter, I learned much about real faith, acceptance-with-joy of whatever the will of God ordains, and embracing every gift He gives- including loss. I came to the end of the year with no expectations that Luke and I would ever enter into a deeper relationship, but praising God still for bringing him into my life for a season and teaching me so much through him.
Neb Parents
We stopped communication with Luke in December, sensing that he needed time and space to sort out his thoughts on Fisher/Nebblett relations. :) We also needed to sort out our own thoughts and consider prayerfully what we would do differently in the future, based on what we were learning about friendships/relationships.
As the weeks and months passed we had no evidence that it was God’s purpose to bring Luke and Chantée’s lives together. We were at peace with that but had misgivings about our communication with him (or lack thereof) of the late fall and early winter and sensed it had created potential misunderstandings between us. We hoped that God would open the way for clarifying communication that would make it possible for our future encounters to be pleasant and friendly rather than awkward.
Luke
God did open a way for clarifying communication! In February, the Neb parents took the initiative to share with me their thoughts and feelings about our summer and fall interactions and clear up potential misunderstandings. I appreciated the gesture and wrote them back within a few hours. I shared with them more of my thoughts and the reasons why I too had been out of touch with them the last couple of months.
To have any chance of a normal family friendship going forward, and to prevent lingering awkwardness, I thought that it would be best if I had an open and honest conversation with Chantée about our (non)relationship of the previous year. Her parents agreed and gave their blessing. As Providence would have it, Chantée and her family had it their hearts to accept an invitation to pick up asparagus at the farm again in April. I was glad they were coming and hoped that we could all act like (and maybe be?) friends.
Chantée
On the first day of April, I found myself back on the farm with my family. It was springtime everywhere- from the green fields to the garden beds to my own heart. Seeing Luke again and picking up our friendship as though there had never been a misunderstanding between us was a serendipity, to put it mildly. :) We had a very frank conversation about the past year and agreed that we wanted to build a friendship that could last a lifetime-- wherever God might choose to lead. That was the prelude to several happy days, sorting asparagus, transplanting lettuce, and generally enjoying each other’s company!
Luke
I wasn’t sure how things were going to be when I saw Chantée again. But that first day of April reminded me of everything I had liked about her when we first met: our shared interests and passions and her gracious, joyful spirit. Gardening with her those few days was a delight. Was God giving us a second chance? My heart was at peace, and I knew that I could trust God to lead us both to where we were meant to be.
Chantée
The next month was a joy as our friendship grew. I was rapidly discovering in Luke a man whom I could trust as well as respect. I liked him a lot too! I spent much time in prayer and sought the continued counsel of my family and other godly mentors in my life. The knowledge that I had my parents support and approval for our deepening friendship gave me a sense of security. The groundwork laid the past summer was proving to be a blessing. ;)
May came, and brought with it an unforgettable visit to the farm. Up in the garden one afternoon, Luke led us into a conversation about our growing friendship. I don’t think I’ll ever forget kneeling in the mud surrounded by the yellow bins of radishes we had just picked and with perfect peace in my heart agreeing to enter into a courtship with him. It was one of the happiest moments of my life to date!
Luke
By the end of April, I was pretty sure that Chantée was a girl that I could marry. Was she the girl I should marry? I was more than happy to explore that option. When the Nebblett family visited at the beginning of May, I took the opportunity to have an in-person conversation with her father on the subject. He gave his blessing for me to court Chantée as well as sharing a few words of wisdom on the subject of relationships. It was a significant moment. And a milestone in a journey that I was willing for God to lead. We closed our conversation with prayer.
I didn’t waste much time in asking Chantée if I could court her. She said that it was fine with her! So I was happy. :)
Two weeks later, I spent nearly a week at the Nebblett home in New Mexico. She and I were able to have several heart-to-heart conversations, opening our lives and hearts to each other with all of their frailties. It is a beautiful thing to be accepted as you are and to choose to love and forgive another. I was learning more of how God loved me.
Neb Parents
It was (is) a joy to witness the flower of love bloom in the hearts of Luke and Chantée. The hand of God working in their lives and in their growing friendship and love was clearly evident to parents and siblings alike. What blessed assurance, peace and confidence we share! Surely “He hath made everything beautiful in His time.” Eccl. 3:11
On the first day of April, I found myself back on the farm with my family. It was springtime everywhere- from the green fields to the garden beds to my own heart. Seeing Luke again and picking up our friendship as though there had never been a misunderstanding between us was a serendipity, to put it mildly. :) We had a very frank conversation about the past year and agreed that we wanted to build a friendship that could last a lifetime-- wherever God might choose to lead. That was the prelude to several happy days, sorting asparagus, transplanting lettuce, and generally enjoying each other’s company!
Luke
I wasn’t sure how things were going to be when I saw Chantée again. But that first day of April reminded me of everything I had liked about her when we first met: our shared interests and passions and her gracious, joyful spirit. Gardening with her those few days was a delight. Was God giving us a second chance? My heart was at peace, and I knew that I could trust God to lead us both to where we were meant to be.
Chantée
The next month was a joy as our friendship grew. I was rapidly discovering in Luke a man whom I could trust as well as respect. I liked him a lot too! I spent much time in prayer and sought the continued counsel of my family and other godly mentors in my life. The knowledge that I had my parents support and approval for our deepening friendship gave me a sense of security. The groundwork laid the past summer was proving to be a blessing. ;)
May came, and brought with it an unforgettable visit to the farm. Up in the garden one afternoon, Luke led us into a conversation about our growing friendship. I don’t think I’ll ever forget kneeling in the mud surrounded by the yellow bins of radishes we had just picked and with perfect peace in my heart agreeing to enter into a courtship with him. It was one of the happiest moments of my life to date!
Luke
By the end of April, I was pretty sure that Chantée was a girl that I could marry. Was she the girl I should marry? I was more than happy to explore that option. When the Nebblett family visited at the beginning of May, I took the opportunity to have an in-person conversation with her father on the subject. He gave his blessing for me to court Chantée as well as sharing a few words of wisdom on the subject of relationships. It was a significant moment. And a milestone in a journey that I was willing for God to lead. We closed our conversation with prayer.
I didn’t waste much time in asking Chantée if I could court her. She said that it was fine with her! So I was happy. :)
Two weeks later, I spent nearly a week at the Nebblett home in New Mexico. She and I were able to have several heart-to-heart conversations, opening our lives and hearts to each other with all of their frailties. It is a beautiful thing to be accepted as you are and to choose to love and forgive another. I was learning more of how God loved me.
Neb Parents
It was (is) a joy to witness the flower of love bloom in the hearts of Luke and Chantée. The hand of God working in their lives and in their growing friendship and love was clearly evident to parents and siblings alike. What blessed assurance, peace and confidence we share! Surely “He hath made everything beautiful in His time.” Eccl. 3:11
Luke
At the end of May, Chantée and her brother, Sean, spent a week in Oklahoma, working with us on the farm and backpacking in the Ouachita Mountains. What a sweet time that was! And also, what a time of prayer! Unbeknownst to Chantée, her parents had already granted me permission to ask her to marry me, as soon as I felt the time time was right. I asked God to confirm in all of our hearts that he was continuing to lead us together. By the first week of June, I was sure.
I had already purchased plane tickets for a surprise visit in June (just in case). Once I had decided that I was ready to propose, and after consulting with her family, we decided that sooner was better for asking than later. For if she said “yes,” September would be the best month to get married, and a girl needs a little time to get things organized for such an event :)
As we made plans, I ended up moving my plane ticket up twice. On June 8, on top of Sandia Peak, I asked Chantée Nicole Tiffany Nebblett to marry me! She was completely surprised but said Yes!
At the end of May, Chantée and her brother, Sean, spent a week in Oklahoma, working with us on the farm and backpacking in the Ouachita Mountains. What a sweet time that was! And also, what a time of prayer! Unbeknownst to Chantée, her parents had already granted me permission to ask her to marry me, as soon as I felt the time time was right. I asked God to confirm in all of our hearts that he was continuing to lead us together. By the first week of June, I was sure.
I had already purchased plane tickets for a surprise visit in June (just in case). Once I had decided that I was ready to propose, and after consulting with her family, we decided that sooner was better for asking than later. For if she said “yes,” September would be the best month to get married, and a girl needs a little time to get things organized for such an event :)
As we made plans, I ended up moving my plane ticket up twice. On June 8, on top of Sandia Peak, I asked Chantée Nicole Tiffany Nebblett to marry me! She was completely surprised but said Yes!
Our Engagement Story... from Chantée's perspective :)
Friday, June 8... a day that will live long in my memory. Luke texted me early with scripture verses and lovely pictures of the sunrise. I expressed my longing to be with him (our next visit being a month away, I thought) and ended with the phrase from Pilgrim’s Progress: It will be sooner than I think, and later than I wish. Prophetic words. :)
That afternoon, I found myself riding the tram to the top of Sandia Peak. Mother was taking me up under the pretext of a mother/daughter outing. I was so pleased! I had wanted to ride the tram for years, but had not had the opportunity. Since my mother makes it a point to spend special time with all her children on a regular basis, my suspicions were not aroused that this was a plot to cover up a larger plan. :)
The top of the mountain was beautiful. I took pictures to send to Luke later thinking, If only he could be here it would be so perfect. Mother and I meandered down the trail and found a beautiful and secluded spot with a sweeping view of the mountains and valleys. We spent the next hour sharing sweet conversation and prayer time together. As I prayed out loud, I surrendered my relationship with Luke to God once again, thanking Him for the sweet joy of being in a courtship with this wonderful man and telling Him I wanted His will for the future most of all. Mother could hardly repress her smile as she knew my life would be changing dramatically in just a few minutes.
The top of the mountain was beautiful. I took pictures to send to Luke later thinking, If only he could be here it would be so perfect. Mother and I meandered down the trail and found a beautiful and secluded spot with a sweeping view of the mountains and valleys. We spent the next hour sharing sweet conversation and prayer time together. As I prayed out loud, I surrendered my relationship with Luke to God once again, thanking Him for the sweet joy of being in a courtship with this wonderful man and telling Him I wanted His will for the future most of all. Mother could hardly repress her smile as she knew my life would be changing dramatically in just a few minutes.
I suggested that we eat the picnic supper that we had brought along, and my mother suddenly announced with consternation that she had left her water bottle in the bathroom near the trailhead. Would I retrieve it before we ate? For a moment I tried to assure her that no one would steal her water bottle and we could pick it up on our way down the mountain. She was pretty insistent though (she had recently lost her favorite water bottle) and I headed down the trail to find it.
I passed very unsuspectingly by the spot where my father and soon-to-be fiancé were hiding and as soon as I disappeared down the trail, they ran to the pretty overlook. My parents made their way down the mountain another way, and Luke hid near the picnic spot.
When I arrived back on the scene about 10 minutes later, I noticed it had been rearranged a bit, and there was a note with my name on it on the picnic basket. In Luke’s handwriting! In my obtusity, I assumed he had sent it in the mail and my mother had chosen this moment to give it to me.
Opening it eagerly, I read with surprise the opening lines... taken from the Song of Solomon. This is deep, I thought, but why would he choose to write this in a note? This seems like something you would say when you’re proposing to someone. It did not occur to me that this was the beginning of a proposal! Luke had done a good job of giving me no impression that he had concluded God was indeed leading us together for life. I was convinced that the possibility of a proposal was still months away. (Though I had reached the recent conclusion that it would be the joy and honor of my life to be his wife). In light of that, I found the note confusing. I called out to my mother, thinking that she was just down the trail. Maybe she knows what this is about.
When she didn’t respond, it hit me like a ton of bricks that she was gone. I didn’t know what to think. Incoherent thoughts were tumbling through my mind and I felt suddenly weak. Sinking to the ground, I held the note and read it again.
I passed very unsuspectingly by the spot where my father and soon-to-be fiancé were hiding and as soon as I disappeared down the trail, they ran to the pretty overlook. My parents made their way down the mountain another way, and Luke hid near the picnic spot.
When I arrived back on the scene about 10 minutes later, I noticed it had been rearranged a bit, and there was a note with my name on it on the picnic basket. In Luke’s handwriting! In my obtusity, I assumed he had sent it in the mail and my mother had chosen this moment to give it to me.
Opening it eagerly, I read with surprise the opening lines... taken from the Song of Solomon. This is deep, I thought, but why would he choose to write this in a note? This seems like something you would say when you’re proposing to someone. It did not occur to me that this was the beginning of a proposal! Luke had done a good job of giving me no impression that he had concluded God was indeed leading us together for life. I was convinced that the possibility of a proposal was still months away. (Though I had reached the recent conclusion that it would be the joy and honor of my life to be his wife). In light of that, I found the note confusing. I called out to my mother, thinking that she was just down the trail. Maybe she knows what this is about.
When she didn’t respond, it hit me like a ton of bricks that she was gone. I didn’t know what to think. Incoherent thoughts were tumbling through my mind and I felt suddenly weak. Sinking to the ground, I held the note and read it again.
I heard footsteps behind me on the trail. Thinking that it was a random hiker, I did not turn around until they were directly behind me. Oh the wonder that filled my heart then- for it was Luke! The thought that he could be there had not crossed my mind, and seeing him standing there was the surprise of a lifetime (and I am usually very hard to surprise).
In my shock and delight, I could not utter a word. He knelt before me and said a whole string of meaningful words (which I could not remember to save my life afterwards!). The thought of proposal was still remote from my mind. I honestly didn’t realize what he was doing so until the four words came out of his mouth! I have never been so completely surprised and overjoyed in all my life.
I could not find my voice to answer “yes!” until he had assured me with a smile, “This is for real Chantée”, and repeated, “Will you marry me?” What a blessed and blissful moment it was to promise myself to him, with the deep assurance that God had led us together!
In my shock and delight, I could not utter a word. He knelt before me and said a whole string of meaningful words (which I could not remember to save my life afterwards!). The thought of proposal was still remote from my mind. I honestly didn’t realize what he was doing so until the four words came out of his mouth! I have never been so completely surprised and overjoyed in all my life.
I could not find my voice to answer “yes!” until he had assured me with a smile, “This is for real Chantée”, and repeated, “Will you marry me?” What a blessed and blissful moment it was to promise myself to him, with the deep assurance that God had led us together!
In my mind-blown state, I literally could not remember 10 minutes later whether he had really asked me to marry him or not (could I have made it up??). I double checked to be sure. I think that is when Luke realized the complete success of his surprise plan. :)
We had a beautiful time singing, praying, talking, and opening the Sabbath in the high country. What a delight it was to be together and hold hands for the first time! We had finished a section in Adventist Home the night before and the next section just so happened to be titled: The New Home. Very appropriate. :) We called and shared the joy with our dear families and at last made our way down the tram. Back to the valley, to prepare for our life of service to God- together.
We had a beautiful time singing, praying, talking, and opening the Sabbath in the high country. What a delight it was to be together and hold hands for the first time! We had finished a section in Adventist Home the night before and the next section just so happened to be titled: The New Home. Very appropriate. :) We called and shared the joy with our dear families and at last made our way down the tram. Back to the valley, to prepare for our life of service to God- together.
