I was asked today how I knew moving to Iowa was the right choice. This picture is the closest I can come to an answer.
In June 2021, two weeks before our wedding, Billy and I visited Iowa for him to interview at Prairie Bible Church and it was one of the worst weekends of my life. Everyone was exceptionally kind, but I booked a crummy hotel, we both (without knowing it) were fighting off illnesses, and I only saw the worst of the area. I knew nothing of the beautiful running trails, delicious coffee shops, and quirky bookstores I now frequent—not to mention the fulfilling work I’ve found and the amazing friendships I’m building. (Or, rather, the work God found for me and the relationships He is building!)
During that weekend in June 2021, all I knew was that I was being asked to leave my hometown, my family, my friends, and two jobs that I loved. After having to flee Scotland in 2020 due to the pandemic, I wondered how I could cope with more loss and displacement.
But then, as we were shown around PBC’s building, Billy stood before the cross and pretended to preach. He didn’t know anyone was watching and he had the most relaxed, content grin on his face.
I’d never seen him so at home, and I knew right then: whatever it cost, we needed to be there. Billy needed to be at the foot of that cross, preaching the Word to that church.
Today’s sermon was on giving up everything to follow Christ. I didn’t have to give up as much as many believers do, but it still felt overwhelming. I couldn’t see beyond my loss for a month.
Now, a year and a half later, I look back and laugh in joy. Leaving Arizona to serve this “little church on the prairie” is a lot like finding treasure buried in a field (Matthew 13:44); it was a surprising opportunity and a demanding decision, but the life and ministry we have now is priceless.