As 2018 draws to a close, my family is approaching the two-year mark of cross-cultural ministry. As this anniversary approaches, the stress and exhaustion and homesickness borne of moving to the other side of the world and pouring ourselves into life in our new home is starting to hit hard. I often feel at a loss for words in describing how I feel at this point, but when words do come, “empty” usually leads the way.
I doubt I’m alone here: the stress and demands of cross-cultural work are real, and then can threaten to overwhelm us. I’m thankful to be home for an all-too brief holiday, and as I try to take a step back from our work and think about what things ought to look like in 2019, I’ve been learning from the shepherds.
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