End of the road … or the middle?


Saturday we drove 11 hours back to Colorado. The 10-day road trip has ended. But as Eric puts it, we are in the middle of a longer road trip. In four days we start our move to Florida. It’s hard to imagine that next Saturday evening (by the grace of God) we will arrive to our apartment in Orlando!

Here in Colorado we have two nights at one home and three at another, so it’s not like we can settle in. Yet our families’ homes truly feel like home to us. For the 19 years that we have been based overseas, they have been graciously willing to host us throughout many summers.

We will have a few last days with our families, see some friends, and enjoy one last evening visit at  our ‘home’ church. And of course there are logistical things to be done (learner’s permit for DJ, the last cavities filled, pick up a bike that has been loaned out for 19 years, bike racks outfitted, all the stuff reassessed to fit into two hatchbacks). Then, we pull up the roots that have started to grow here, leave a part of our hearts behind, and move along.

At this point, Eric and I are very ready to be settled in our own place, but even more, to make the unknown known. What will it be like for the kids in their 3 separate public schools? What sports or activities will they do? What friends will they have? What will it be like to have to drive them everywhere? What will it be like to have to drive ourselves everywhere? What will our jobs at headquarters be like? What will it be like to live in heat and humidity? What will our community be like? Where will we go to church?

There are so many unknowns. For months we have been praying for each of those answers to be positive, while knowing it’s unlikely that everything will be rosy. We are ready to start seeing the reality, after anticipating it for so long!

From the Middle of Transition

(Those who follow our journey closely will note this is a post from last Sunday. Updates will follow soon!)



Last Thursday, we headed east on I-70. It was a full day – 12 hours of driving with mercifully few stops. We headed out early so that we could make it to our friends’ home by dinner. The strangest part is that two weeks from that day, we will be repeating the trip. Then, we will be heavy-laden, driving two cars packed full, with five bikes attached one way or another. Two weeks until we move to Orlando! But literally thousands of miles to go before then.

I’m writing from Day Six of our ten-day road trip. We have been through five states, returned through four, and on our way now south to make a triangle back to Colorado. We have stayed in two of our locations, and have three left to go.  And yet, despite not looking forward to another 12-hour day, we are content. Last week I shared how hard this season of visiting people can be. But one of the underappreciated blessings is the chance to visit friends. I know almost all of us would love to visit friends from long ago, but there is limited time and resources. Yet, as part of our job responsibilities, every two years our family visits numerous people in the towns of our past. Eric and I get to visit the church where we became believers, see those of the older generation who shaped and encouraged us. We get to show the kids the places we are from, the lake where he proposed to me. We drive through our college campus and past the church where we were married. But the best part is the mandate to visit friends. We are so blessed with numerous people who support us, many of whom were first our dear friends. And many more who have become friends since they started to support us.  Add to that extended family and former teammates, and the country is full of dear people we love to see. The best part is that everyone is understanding and full of gentle love for us.

Exemplifying this is the family we are staying with for a few days in Missouri. A few days is not enough for our kids—they are already begging to stay longer next time. Their home is a place of friendship—and recreation—for our kids. It was only six years ago that we came to visit, and it felt like a family vacation. Fishing, building possum traps, hiking through a river canyon, visiting the swimming pool—all activities you would imagine on vacation. Now they have kayaks on their pond, and I get to indulge in one of my favorite activities together with my daughter. And to top it off, last night our friend watched our kids so that Eric and I could go on a date. (Tomorrow’s hosts have offered the same and I wonder how many date-nights we could have in a row!) I am so grateful for how God provides for our needs through their hospitality and encouragement.

And they are not the only ones. I couldn’t begin to list all the people who are not only generous in their giving (which allows us to do ministry full time) but who extend that kindness by providing an easy and comfortable place to visit. We rarely feel like people make demands or expect perfection from us. Lines between ‘personal’ and ‘ministry’ often blur in our life, and this line of who are ‘friends’ and who are ‘supporters’ has basically faded away.


Now, on to the next city, to see more dear friends that we will be sad to leave!

Transition - the inside story

Lounging in Frankfurt, en route to Colorado.
Yesterday we left our 'home' of six weeks. It was, as always, emotional. This summer, while superficially similar to many previous furloughs, has felt quite different. We are rolling through months of transition as we prepare for a year in Orlando.

In May, we visited our meaningful places in Saint Petersburg, got together with as many friends as we could, and sorted our belongings - take, store or give away. It was, of course, a lot of work, and emotionally draining.  June 1 we flew to Colorado with double the usual baggage, and because that wasn't complicated enough, our 'transitional object'. (Francis, our Christmas puppy was 7 months old.) This year we decided to reduce the usual moving around while in Colorado, so we stayed in one place for 6 weeks. We are grateful to Dani and Dave, who were willing to live in a household of 10 and share everything with us! (We understand this is strange in American culture, and their friends think they are crazy!)

Though it was great to be in one place, living with others is never simple. Especially when your puppy goes to the bathroom on their rugs. And barks. A lot. And then pees on the rug, again.

Thankfully, the kids are older than they were,  and good sports, so they didn't make many demands. (I am, apparently, the only one who is second-guessing the puppy acquisition. Everyone else loves him unconditionally. ... note, he does require unconditional love.)

Mixed in with a lot of family time was visits to friends, supporters, and churches. It is always an exhausting mix, especially for us introverts. I tend to dread every gathering, love the actual time with people, and then collapse afterwards. One of the typical moments was in a grocery store parking lot, changing from driving to church clothes, picking up food for lunch with supporters afterwards. The kids grabbed the basketball out of the trunk and started dribbling around. They are willing to play wherever they are.

A harder moment was a bit later, as Ella stood outside the Sunday School classroom, hesitating. It was our third church in three weeks, and I realized how much we were asking of her--to jump into a new group of children once again. There is already a lot published about 'Third Culture Kids' which describes aspects of their lives well, including the challenges of being again in their 'passport culture'.  (See, for example, this written by a MK2MK summer project leader.) But living in transition, with others, and meeting constantly with people they see only every two years adds a lot of potential stress to the re-entry culture shock.

Our kids have been amazing -- traveling hours to churches they only-somewhat remember, quietly sitting through lunches where only the adults talk, and engaging with those who do ask them questions. But, we know that every time Ella has to pack her suitcase, even for an overnight with grandparents, there will be tears. And Tima will not be able to find any socks. The hairbrush goes missing, the medicine is lost, and we all get frustrated with the time required to find our stuff!

Transition is hard.

During most of our 'furlough summers' we spend 2-3 months in Colorado, and then return home to Saint Petersburg. It is usually emotional and exhausting. But this year has felt different because we are truly in transition. We are all grieving the community we said goodbye to in Saint Petersburg. It was very difficult for each of children, in their own way. (About 1/3 of the kids at our school transition out each year - so though we know who is leaving this summer, about half of those who are currently staying may leave before we return.) Usually, I am intentional to help our kids connect multiple times with some friends their age in Colorado -- those we have known for years, who make up our  community here. Perhaps it's due to the kids growing older, and having been gone two years this time. But more likely, I think we have all found it difficult to invest in relationships when we are between homes. Not only are we grieving saying goodbye to Russia for the year, but we are anticipating a very new reality in Orlando. We are rolling through instead of deepening roots.

This week we are speeding up our rolling. A week in Loveland, which includes a few days at our organization's conference, and a 10-day trip, which includes six full days of driving and five different homes. After that, we will have four days to say goodbye and do our final packing. In the first week of August, we will drive three days to Florida. So, please keep us in your prayers, that we would give ourselves, and each other, a lot of grace!

Ella and her Papa Coe


a contender for Ella's favorite part of the game
another contender....
We were blessed with many ball games with Eric's dad!

Cousins reading at the library- a regular occurrence.

Moving-out-of-storage day was also dress-up day.




None of our meetings with supporters are high stress. We are thankful for the many friends who are supporters and supporters who have become friends. It's wonderful for us to enjoy their hospitality (sometimes including trampolines, ziplines,  and baby goats) and encouragement!
a joy of life in Colorado

Time with friends from our college days. Here, our girls are figuring out the locks for an escape room!

 We are so grateful that our families are welcoming, even with the barking puppy. We are thankful that our supporters, both individuals and churches, are full of grace and never demand that we, or our kids, perform. I write this to let you in to see the hard stuff that goes along with our calling, but overall we feel blessed and grateful!