This weekend, as we endured the sad ritual of taking down the Christmas tree and decorations, I began thinking what a special Christmas it was for us. We have been in a holding pattern of sorts, waiting (and working) to see the Lord bring in our remaining support, and we didn't expect to be here for this Christmas. Still, the Lord has his reasons, and it was that much sweeter to be with our family one more year. We soaked up all the music, lights, excitement and anticipation. I can hardly believe we won't be here for at least the next two Decembers, and I have no idea what it will be like to celebrate such a glorious season in a foreign land. At least at first, it sure won't feel like "home for the holidays" - but we will learn new traditions and celebrate with new friends, worshipping the newborn King in a new language. We know it will be beautiful all the same, but I can't help sense a little of the bitter with the sweet as we pack up Christmas and look toward leaving.