Sunday, February 12, 2017

Hello Goodbye

Six weeks in the States might not seem like much, but it's a lot - or at least enough to remind us how much we miss our families. Usually, we keep these emotions inside of little boxes, tucked away in our minds so that we can keep going. But after six weeks with our parents, grandparents, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, nephews, and niece, the boxes have blown open and the emotions are stirred. 

It's a strange thing when you feel such deep love for two different places. And not only that, but two places that are thousands of miles apart. When I'm in Ukraine, I can't imagine a life anywhere else. And when I'm with my family, I can't imagine leaving them again. And yet, here I am, writing a blog from my apartment in Zaporozhye, only 24 hours after getting off a plane that put distance and time between us and our families. 

It's raw and it's painful, remembering the deep conversations I had just mere hours ago with my mom, dad, and brother, and then now facing the realization that those conversations will only happen again through a garbled internet connection.

My eyes sting with tears thinking about the goodbyes I said to my nephews and niece, who will all be a foot taller and years more mature by the next time we see them again. Even more painful are the goodbyes I didn't get to say. People that passed away while we've been on the mission field, or worse, ones that have walked away from the Lord and aren't interested in seeing us anymore.

Wounds are supposed to heal with time, so why is it that every year we're away from home, these painful goodbyes ache with a deeper hurt, one that seems to being all the way down in my soul?

And yet, with all this hurt, with all this sadness and emotion, am I willing to give it all up? Am I willing to let go of Ukraine and go home?

I guess this is the part that might seem a little backwards, but I believe that giving up Ukraine and moving home would be the same as giving up on the promises of the Lord. As hard as things are, as much as the goodbye stings in my heart, I know the promises of the Lord and I know the callings He has placed on my life. He is close to the broken hearted, and that means He is close to me right now. And I know he's close to our families too. 

"And He [Jesus] turned and said to them, "if anyone comes to Me and does not hate his father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and his own life also, he cannot be My disciple. And whoever does not bear his cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple. For which of you, intending to build a tower, does not sit down first and count the cost, whether he has enough to finish it - lest, after he has laid the foundation, and is not able to finish, all who see it begin to mock him, saying, 'This man began to build and was not able to finish?' Or what king, going to make war against another king, does not sit down first and consider whether he is able with ten thousand to meet him who comes against him with twenty thousand? Or else, while the other is still a great way off, he sends a delegation and asks conditions of peace. So likewise, whoever of you does not forsake all that he has cannot be My disciple.'" - Luke 14:25-33 (NKJV)

This passage used to be a stumbling block for me. I used to really struggle with what was written, that we should hate our mother and father? What could this possibly mean? I don't think I could really understand the meaning of these verses until recently. It's not that I'm to hate my family, but that I'm to choose the Lord over them. It sounds backwards and wrong to those that don't follow the Lord, and even some that do follow the Lord would argue with me on this. But the Lord is supposed to be in the first place of our lives. And if He really is kept where He belongs in our list of priorities, our lives will show that and our decisions will reflect it. If God is really in the first place of my life, I can't be in Colorado, no matter how much I want to be there. I MUST love God the most, more than Byron, more than my parents, more than my family, and even more than my own life. I must forsake all. 

I know it sounds radical, but it's true and it's fact. That is the life that we, Believer, are called to live. And if we're not willing, we're just lukewarm, and that's a life I refuse to live. 

I'm reminded of the conversation between Jesus and Peter in John 6. Jesus had just said some pretty radical things to His followers and skeptics, and it offended a lot of the people around Him. 

John 6, verse 60 reads, "Therefore many of His disciples, when they heard this, said, 'This is a hard saying; who can understand it?'" 

And just a few verses later, we read, "From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with Him no more (John 6:66)."

I know the context is a little different, but doesn't that kind of sound like some of our reactions to the "hate your father and mother" verses? It can offend us and rub us the wrong way. What do you mean, hate my mother?! But do we really trust the Lord? Do we really believe that He withholds NO GOOD THING from His children? That He has GOOD PLANS for us? If the answer is yes, then we have probably had a conversation with Jesus in our prayer lives similar to the one between Jesus and Peter had right after many of the other disciples walked away from Jesus.

"Then Jesus said to the twelve, 'Do you also want to go away?' But Simon Peter answered Him, 'Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God (John 6:67-69). 


To whom shall we go?


It brings me to tears just typing this out. I understand Peter completely! Yes, the words are hard. Yes, the command is difficult. But WHO ELSE has the words of life? Where could I possibly want to be more than in the will of God? I have come to believe and know that He is the Christ, and because of that, my life must reflect that. I must live out my response. I can't live with that knowledge and not be changed. 

So with that, there is comfort for me. Sometimes, it's hard for me to let people into my life because I know that so often my hello quickly becomes a goodbye. But with the eternal hope of life with Jesus in heaven, I know that most of my goodbyes aren't goodbyes forever. And as much as I can care for my family, I know that Jesus is a greater caretaker and protector than I could ever dream to be. 

Luke 9:62 reads, "'No one, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.'"

I want to be fit for the Kingdom. And so, I cast my cares upon Jesus, giving Him my emotions and my pain, trusting the Lord to care for my heart like no one else can. I will keep my hand to the plow and continue following the Lord, for I believe and have come to know that He truly is the Christ. 



Blessings,
Emily

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Year 4: Ministry Update Video

Wow - so awesome to see how the Lord has been so faithful to us over this past year... and the years before. We hope you guys are blessed as you watch this video.

Jesus is doing great things in Zaporozhye!

Blessings,
Byron & Emily


Year 4: Ministry Update from Byron Johnson on Vimeo.

Monday, December 19, 2016

4 Life Changing Lessons from the Last 4 Years

In October, we hit our 4 year completion mark on the mission field. It's crazy looking back - the feelings and emotions we had when we first left Colorado were so intense. It broke our hearts to leave our friends and family. And yet, just a mere 4 years later, we've experienced enough life to completely change our outlook and most things, and mold us into new people. Seeing that the last 4 years have been marked with personal growth, I want to dedicate this post to the things we've learned since moving onto the mission field. Поехали!

1) I'm Not Really That Wise
If we're honest, we all can probably remember moments in our lives when we really thought we were wise and mature, and then later looked back on the moment and realized, wow, I wasn't really that wise or mature! If I've learned anything over the last 4 years, it's that I'm really not that wise and I still have some growing up to do. The Lord has been teaching me that all good things come from Him, including wisdom and understanding. 

Proverbs 2:6 says, "For the LORD gives wisdom; from His mouth come knowledge and understanding."

Any wisdom that I have, any of my maturity, it all comes from the Lord. Whatever wisdom/maturity that I do have, it's not from my own efforts - they're gifts from the Lord. Especially over the last 4 years, I've learned that I am totally out of my depth with most things in my life, but as it's promised in James, the Lord gives wisdom liberally to those who ask, and He gives it without reproach. I've learned that in all things, it's best to think of myself with humility, not with pride, and to recognize that I desperately need daily wisdom from the Lord to know how to minister to others. 

2) The Bema Seat Is A Reality
Bible Prophecy Timeline by Charlie Campbell
A few years back, Byron and I bought Charlie Campbell's Apologetics Library (which we highly recommend). We were watching a DVD about the end times and the rapture, and Charlie Campbell described the Bema Seat. That I could remember, I had never heard of the Bema Seat before, so what Charlie Campbell said really hit me hard. 

I had always thought that once I was saved, I was exempt from any judgement. And it's true, I will not be subjected to the wrath of God. My sins have been removed and when death comes, or when the Lord comes back for His Church, I will get to spend eternity in the presence of God. But, all Believers will still stand before the Bema Seat, not to determine their salvation, but to judge their works. 

Our faith is dead without works (James), but the motivation behind our works is just as important as the works themselves. When I stand before the Bema Seat, God will judge me (and all other believers) according to our motivations behind our "works." And if we were ministering with pure motives as unto the Lord, we will be rewarded. But if we were serving out of bitterness, anger, pride, etc., those deeds that were motivated by impurity will burn away. 

Here's what the Bible says:
"For no other foundation can anyone lay than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. Now if anyone builds on this foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each one's work will become clear; for the Day will declare it, because it will be revealed by fire; and the fire will test each one's work, of what sort it is. If anyone's work which he has build on it endures, he will receive a reward. If anyone's work is burned, he will suffer loss; but he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire." - 1 Corinthians 3:11-15

We will all stand before the Lord and give account for what we've done. In regards to the Bema Seat, I can pinpoint times in my life over the last 4 years when I know that I was serving myself more than the Lord, and I know some of the ministry I've done will burn away because I did it out of pride or bitterness. Of course, the Lord can still use that ministry, regardless of my shortcomings, but it's really sobering to know that ministry and service isn't enough - I need to be serving the Lord with a joyful heart. For me, it's the idea of being all in joyfully, or not being in at all. Give it my best as unto the Lord, or just don't do it. There is no middle ground - I can't just go through the motions. 

3) Jesus Is Coming Back Soon
This is an easy point to forget, especially being married. I am totally in love with Byron and super happy with my life here on earth. I love Calvary Chapel Zaporozhye, I have awesome friends and family, and I love the ministry the Lord lets us do. With all of that in mind, I often forget that Jesus is coming back, and maybe He'll even come back today! When Jesus' return isn't at the forefront of my mind, I forget to live life and do ministry with urgency. 

Here's the reality. Jesus is coming back. Judgment is coming. Hell is real. Heaven is real. And every day, I meet people who have never had an opportunity to hear about Jesus. It's not my job to make them Christians, but it is my responsibility to give them the choice. When I meet people, am I ministering with urgency? Is time, or the lack there of, always in my mind? Every conversation I have with someone could be the last one. That's the hard truth - life on earth is not eternal. Do I ministry with the kind of urgency that shows that I understand that?

I remember one time last year, I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to bring a Gospel tract and a Bible with me while I was walking around Kiev doing errands. But my bag was already pretty full, and I ignored the prompting. As I was making my way around the city, I met a woman who was really interested in church and Jesus, but my poor language skills prevented me from being able to invite her to church and tell her about Jesus. If I had had that Russian Bible with me, we could have opened it together and she could have read different verses in Russian for herself. And I could have just handed her that Gospel tract so that she would have had all the info she needed to come to Jesus, if that's what she wanted. We parted ways and I never saw her again.

You might be thinking, Wow Emily, don't be so hard on yourself! And you're right. I'm not telling this story to condemn myself, but to make a point. Of course, God doesn't need me to save that woman. But because I didn't have urgency in my heart that one day, I wasn't able to share Jesus with that woman, and I missed out on something that could have been super awesome and encouraging.

"Therefore we make it our aim, whether present or absent, to be well pleasing to Him. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad." - 2 Corinthians 5:9-10

4) A Relationship With God Is Exactly That - A Relationship
Especially over the last year, I've been so busy, some days, it's hard to even find time to feed myself. And by the way, I know this is a problem, and it's something that Byron and I are actively seeking to change (by adjusting our schedule and delegating ministry demands). As demands on my life increase - both external and internal, I'm understanding more and more that just like any other relationship, a relationship with God needs work. 

How can I ask God to show me His daily will for my life and for ministry if I only pray once a week? To have a real relationship with God, I need to communicate with Him and hear from Him daily - through prayer and the Word. Sometimes, it's really hard to make this happen, but it needs to happen. My relationship with the Lord is more important than any other aspect of my life. And like other things, I get out of the relationship only what I'm putting into the relationship.

It's like trying to get in better physical shape. If you buy a gym membership, you don't become healthy. But if you go to the gym everyday, your body and your health will drastically change. If I go to the Lord with my needs or my praises every once in a while, nothing will drastically happen in my life. But if I go to Him daily, that's when I really hear from Him and will know how to move forward. 

I listened to a message from Pastor Dominic Dinger, and he was saying that "first thing's first." And that first thing needs to be our time with the Lord - before anything else, first thing's first. 

Over the last 4 years, the Lord has really been showing me the importance of a "first thing's first" relationship with Him. He has to come first. I have to go to Him first. I have to communicate with Him first, and often. 




What's the Lord been teaching you over the last 4 years? It's always a great idea to pause and reflect before entering a new year. Feel free to add your life lessons in the comments

section. 


May the Lord bless you and keep you, and may we all grow closer to Him, casting off every weight so that we can run with endurance. 


Blessings,
Emily

Monday, September 12, 2016

A Summer of Festivals

Our kids' fest team
It's hard to believe we've already been living in Zaporozhye for 5 months - and the time has gone by really fast! There have been different points in my life where time felt like it never moved. But these last 5 months have felt like a blink of the eye. I am absolutely shocked by the realization that it's already September, summer is over, and leaves are falling off the trees. And, as school beings, I am faced with the realization that our summer of kids' festivals has also come to a close.

It all started with one sweet young woman in our church. She felt the Lord call her to organize a two day kids' festival at Oak Park (here in Zaporozhye). The whole church was really excited to see her passion, and so we banded together, did our best to prepare, and hosted the festival.

We all prayed a lot for the festival and worked hard to prepare for the event. We were so excited at first, but once the festival began, various roadblocks came up, some of our planning unraveled a bit, and not very many kids came. As the festival came to a close, a lot of us felt a little disappointed. We had so much hope and faith, that the festival was going to be this huge thing with 50-60 kids. But, this just wasn't the case. We went home that night discouraged.

Inviting people to church and English Club
The next day, the Lord really spoke to me, and I think the other servants too - that success isn't in numbers, results, or even in our expectations being met. Those are just worldly standards. True success is rooted in faithfulness and obedience. The young woman that organized the festival was so faithful and obedient to the Lord, and the servants that helped gave their time and energy as unto the Lord. With all that in mind, I realized that the festival was a success, even though I couldn't see any immediate fruits.

Little did I know, the Lord designed this first festival to be far bigger than just a one time event. And not only that, but this first festival ended up opening up unbelievable ministry doors - all the more proving that God's ways are not our ways, and His ways are always SO much better.

A few weeks later, we were on the bus and the director from Oak Park was on the same bus, saw us, and recognized us! He got off at the same stop as us and started talking to us about Ukrainian Independence Day. As the conversation continued, he mentioned that he liked what we did at our first festival, and if we were interested, we could do another festival on Independence Day. We were totally shocked and blown away by God's faithfulness in this.

We started making plans and were able to organize another festival with crafts, songs, games, raffle prizes, an English Club and evangelism table, and we also shared the Gospel with the kids (and with many adults too!). There were tons of people at the park on Ukrainian Independence Day! It was such a cool opportunity and we got to invite so many people to church and tell them about Jesus. Honestly, I have no idea how many kids filtered through the festival, but we gave away tons of Gospel tracts, English Club invites, and got to serve our local community in Jesus name.

After our second festival, I was so excited! All of my expectations had been exceeded and I was satisfied. But again, the Lord wasn't done yet!

We were contacted this last week by the director and were invited to do one more festival. We didn't have very much time to plan this festival, but our team really banded together and worked hard. It was so cool to see our team work as the body of Christ. We had to organize the festival quickly, which meant all the planning had to be delegated, each team member trusting that the next team member did what they agreed they would do. And the super awesome part is, everyone did what they said they would do, we worked together well and in unity, and we were able to put on a third kids' festival.

We were all flexible and sensitive to the Spirit, and the festival was great. Truly, I couldn't be prouder of Calvary Chapel Zaporozhye and the awesome men and women at the church who just love the Lord so much and deeply desire to have a positive impact on the community here (in the name of Jesus!). People freely and willing gave their time and energy to this outreach, and I really believe the Lord already has, and will, use these festivals to further the Kingdom.

Ira sharing the Gospel with kids at the park
The Lord is so good and faithful! He used one young woman's faithfulness (the organizer of the first festival) to open the door for our whole church to reach out to people here in Zap and bring them the Gospel. As I look back and reflect on these festivals, I don't feel tired at all. I feel stoked that the Lord is doing a fresh work here in Zap, and I do believe that the best is yet to come -- the Lord has more crazy, awesome, amazing things planned for CCZap.


"Look among the nations and watch - Be utterly astounded! For I will work a work in your days which you would not believe though it were told you." - Habakkuk 1:5


Blessings,
Emily




Friday, September 2, 2016

The Truth About Language Barriers

We're often asked the question, "What's it like living with a language barrier?" The answer to this has been different at various points over the last 4 years. Sometimes, it's barely noticeable. Other times, it produced frustration and deep set feelings of worthlessness.

As I was drinking coffee this morning, I was thinking about my different language barrier experiences and wondering if others could relate. I was also thinking about people who have never experienced a language barrier and are interested in traveling for the first time or going to the mission field. How do you prepare for a language barrier? How do you overcome a language barrier? How do you keep it from overwhelming you?

The first time I experienced a language barrier was in Colorado, circa 1998. My sister was studying Spanish and my mom wanted her to have more opportunities to speak. She also wanted us kids to be doing some type of local service for our community. We started going to a bilingual church once a week that had a food pantry. If I remember correctly, this church was somewhere down Colfax, and there was a classic McDonalds near it (which is really the only thing I can remember about the church's location!). 

After arriving at the church, we would go straight to the food pantry and start helping. My job was to hand food to the women who were packing boxes for people in need. There was always a long line of people, usually moms with a few kids who found themselves down and out and needed some help. We were blessed to give them literal bread, as well as offer them the Bread of Life (Jesus). 

Regardless of how special the ministry opportunity was, I remember being incredibly stressed every time we went to help at this church. My Spanish vocabulary was slim at best, so when a charismatic Latino woman would call out to me, "Necesito más pan!" my 10 year old self would just about pass out. I knew the words for bread, milk, and lettuce, and that was about it. So when she would ask me to bring her anything outside of my minuscule vocab list, I would be close to having a panic attack. Every time she asked for frijoles (beans) and I would bring her peas, she would sigh loudly, do a fast "Ay ay ay," and scurry across the room to grab actual frijoles. Then, she'd explain for the umpteenth time that beans and peas were not the same thing. But of course, this was in Spanish too, so I only understood what she was trying to say through her mannerisms, not not her actual words. She didn't speak any English at all. 

And I remember when my sister would come into the little food pantry. It was like the heavens opened and angels were singing, "Here she comes! Your translator!" Although my sister wasn't quite fluent in Spanish at this point, she was getting close. And she was always happy to translate for me and make my communication just a little easier for a few minutes. 

I actually dreaded going and helping this food pantry. The language barrier was just a little too much for my 10 year old self. I liked the ministry, I loved helping the people, but the anxiety caused from not being able to communicate was unbearable.

Little did I know, the rest of my life would be sprinkled with different languages, and a long lasting language barrier would be in the forefront of my adult calling. 

Yesterday, Byron and I met with a friend here in Zaporozhye. She is such a sweet woman - we absolutely love her. We had a great time having lunch at her apartment, meeting her extended family, and looking at her wedding photos. And she was so kind about the language barrier. She was happy to talk while we listened, and we'd chime in and say something whenever we could. But our understanding is far above our speaking abilities. After leaving her apartment and heading home, I really started to think about language barriers and why they are so difficult - not just for kids, but grown adults too!

I think it all comes down to being misunderstood (and on the flip side, misunderstanding!). As human beings, we greatly desire to be understood. And it starts from birth too. Babies cry because they need something, and they continue to cry until their mom or dad can understand what they need and give it to them. Pre-teens and teens also cry from being misunderstood, and that feeling of being misunderstood extends to feeling incredibly self-conscious. Adults fight about being misunderstood, desiring to be on the same page with their spouse or their children. And I'll admit, I cry sometimes too, because I so desperately want the people close to me to know what I actually think about something and to see my true character. 

I am slightly introverted, but I'm certainly not shy. However, when I'm in a group of people speaking Russian, all I can do is sit quietly and listen. Do I want to contribute to the conversation? Yes! I desperately want to contribute! I want to communicate! But usually, my contribution is either so messy grammatically, no one really understands what I'm saying. Or, I succeed in getting a statement out, only to discover the group hasn't been talking about what I thought they were talking about.

And this is the truth about language barriers - it makes you feel self-conscious. It makes you feel nervous and anxious and frustrated. It keeps you from feeling like people really, truly know the real you. And sometimes, it makes you cry, plain and simple. 

You might be thinking, where's the silver lining? It's true, there is a silver lining. There's always a silver lining. A language barrier might prevent you from communicating with words, but it does give you more room to connect to people on a spiritual, soul to soul level. 

I remember being with one dear friend here in Zaporozhye. She was really upset and crying, and I was pretty sure I understood what she was crying about, but I wasn't positive. Regardless of not knowing what exactly happened, I was still able to be there for her, to hold her hand, and to let her cry on my shoulder (literally!). And when my words failed me, which they always do when I'm speaking Russian, I was able to turn to the Bible. Her Russian Bible is the same as my English Bible. So, instead of speaking to her with my words, I just turned to different Bible passages and had her read them. Looking back, this was a really special time for me. Maybe I would have given her the wrong advice if I was able to speak, or I would have given her worldly comfort. But instead, the Lord took me out of the equation completely, and all I could communicate with was the Bible. That's actually pretty cool!
2 Corinthians 12:9
I've also learned how to serve people in a more "behind the scenes" way. Back in Colorado, my voice was a HUGE part of my service. From talking with people and offering counseling, to leading worship. But here, the things that I'm gifted with in English aren't things I'm capable of doing in Russian. But, I can do other things. I can play with kids so parents can fellowship after service on Sundays. I can clean and vacuum so others can focus more on praying for one another. And I can sing quieter during worship, not just so my accent doesn't disturb the people around me, but so that I can be sure my song really is just for the Lord - that I'm only singing for Him. 

This side of heaven, I may never be able to fully communicate in Russian. But, as I serve the God who transcends all language and understanding, I can be confident that He will accomplish everything He desires. I'm blessed to be His vessel, still faithfully studying Russian, but trusting that He will provide the increase.

Blessings,
Emily

Saturday, August 6, 2016

I didn't come this far, only to come this far

A few days ago I was reading a few articles about methods of language learning. Most of these articles were similar in giving some helpful tips and ideas of how to study a language. As I was reading these articles, they revealed to me the human tendency in seeking out the easiest method to do something. Many of the articles were titled something like, "The secret to learning a language" or "How to learn a language in 3 months." These articles are attractive to people because so often we desire comfort and ease. However, during my Russian learning experience it has been everything but comfort and ease. Now, while some of these articles were helpful in giving me ideas of how to better study, what I realized was this: purposed work, persistence, and perseverance is what is needed to learn.



One article ended with a quote:

"I didn't come this far, only to come this far."

This quote really stood out to me. After hundreds of hours (and many tears!) of studying Russian, there are still hundreds of hours of studying ahead of me. It's time to persevere, to continue...



But isn't this the truth in our walk with Jesus as well? Maybe you've been walking with Him for many years, or maybe you just recently surrendered your life to Him. But wherever you're at in your relationship with Him, you haven't come this far, only to come this far. He still has work to do in you, in your heart. He still is calling you into a more intimate relationship with Himself. There is still more purifying work to be done in our lives, through Him!

This side of eternity, Jesus still has work to do in us. This side of eternity, there is still more of Him that we can know. This side of eternity, there is yet a closer walk with Jesus that we can have. And He is calling us to Himself, with purpose and perseverance.

James 4:8 says, "Draw near to God and He will draw hear to you." What an awesome promise! And a promise not just for the new believer, but for the mature, spiritual believer as well. There is still room for you to draw even closer to Him. You can know His grace more. You can know His love more.  

To study a language you have to purpose in your heart to do it. There is no way to shortcut the learning process. There is no cheating when it comes to knowing a language because as soon as you speak, it will prove whether you know it or not. And of course, there is always more to learn.

The same goes with our relationship with Jesus. There is no shortcut to a deeper walk with Him. You are either pressing into Him or you're not. Are your purposed in your heart to seek after Him? Are you persisting and persevering in your relationship with Him? Time will tell if you are pretending or trying to take the shortcut in you walk with Him. The fruit in your life will prove the health of your walk. And of course, there is always more maturing work that Jesus desires to do in you!



Have you come this far in your walk with Jesus to only come this far? Or will you continue to press into Him with all perseverance and persistence?


"And we desire that each one of you show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope until the end, that you do not become sluggish, but imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises." - Hebrews 6:11-12



Blessings guys,
Byron


Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Where in the World are the Johnsons?

Our first visit to Zaporozhye (Nov 2015)
If you read our post about Zaporozhye in November (click HERE to read it), you might be curious about an update. It's been seven months since we initially visited Zaporozhye, so you might be wondering, what did you decide?

As we continued to pray and seek the Lord about Zaporozhye, we felt more and more strongly that we were supposed to be in Zaporozhye. It definitely wasn't the easy choice, but it certainly was the right choice. Saying goodbye to something comfortable/familiar and hello to something new/foreign is always hard. However, the moments in my life that have taken me out of my comfort zone and placed me into a new situation are always the ones that produce the most spiritual growth. 

Back in December 2015, we start to realize that the Lord was calling us to leave Kiev, but we didn't want to tell anyone until we were absolutely sure that the move would happen. We also had a lot of questions about the move that we needed hear from God about before announcing the move. The Lord had called us to do ministry in Kiev, but suddenly we also felt that calling to do ministry in Zap, and the two callings were mutually exclusive. We couldn't do what we were called to do in Zap while we were in Kiev, and vice versa. That left us with only one option - waiting. We had to wait and see how God would bring everything together. We had to wait for the Lord to release us from one ministry so that we could fully commit to the other. 

Our view from the train, heading to Zap with the girls (Jan 2016)
One of the biggest questions we had about moving was concerning our girls. What if they don't want to (or can't) move with us? We knew that God had called us to be a family, but how would that work if we weren't in the same place as them? And what about their studies? Was it even possible for them to come with us to Zaporozhye? As we waited, we prayed, and we asked the Lord to direct our steps. And, as always, the Lord did make our path straight. 

In January, the girls came with us to Zaporozhye to check things out and see if it would be possible for them to move with us. After much consideration, they both decided that for this stage in their lives, it was best for them to stay in Kiev. I think this was a hard realization for all of us to come to, that our time together, living under one roof was coming to an end. But, by no means did that mean our relationship had to end. The girls are still a really important part of our lives, and although I say "girls," they are, in fact, both very capable adults, and we're so proud of them! We talk pretty regularly, and it's cool to see that even though we're separated by physical distance, we're still a little family (which you can see, even down to our "fishki"). 

Byron getting ordained and stepping into the
pastoral role at CCZap
So, the girls moved out March 1st, and that gave us about a month to wrap things up in Kiev with our apartment, find a new apartment in Zaporozhye, and move. March was full of goodbyes, packing, cleaning, and planning. But the Lord brought it all together in the end. We were able to find an apartment in Zap a week before we had to be out of our apartment in Kiev, figured out how to cost effectively ship all of our belongings to our new apartment, and made it to Zap by April 2nd. 

Starting April 2nd, we began full-time ministry in Zap. Byron is currently the pastor, and focuses most of his time/energy on preparing to teach/teaching the Word on Fridays and Sundays, as well as discipleship and assisting with English ministry. And I am focusing on children's ministry, women's ministry, and English ministry. We're praying that we can start doing university and youth ministry soon too. 

Jesus loves Zaporozhye (and we do too!)!
And that brings us to today, June 29th. Things are starting to become really normal for us in Zap, which we're so thankful for. We've been praying for a place to be stable for a long time, and we see that Zap isn't just another dot on the map for us, it's an end-stop. We don't know exactly how long the Lord will allow us to remain in Zap, but we see that the Lord has blessed us with a place with a more permanent calling, and we look forward to finally laying down roots. 

More updates to come! 

Blessings,
Emily