It didn't seem true that we were actually, finally, heading to Holden Village for our year of service, our year of living in a tiny community, our uncertain 52 weeks in the wilderness. We had a vague idea of what it might be like, and it was a bit scary as well as exciting. Thankfully this decision was completely led by prayer, so Bob and I knew that this was a calling, and not just a preference. Otherwise, we probably would have found it difficult to follow through on this huge change in lifestyle.
As the school bus from the lake arrived in the village 16 weeks ago now, tears came to my eyes, seeing the signs of warm welcome from the community members who will be our family during our 52 weeks at Holden.
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