A Tender Pause on the Journey

 This week’s blog looks a little different. Instead of writing from Mongolia, we’re writing from Arizona—where we unexpectedly returned to celebrate the life of our beloved father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and husband, Dean. His passing brought a swirl of emotions, tender memories, and sacred moments that we will carry with us forever.

When we first got the call, we wrestled with the decision to come home. The cost was high. The travel was long. But something kept tugging at us—and now, having been there, we can say with certainty: we are so glad we came. The time we shared with family—hugging, remembering, crying, laughing—was a gift. A healing breath. A reminder that our families are eternal and will be together forever. 

We all agreed Grandpa had impeccable timing. We were home for Keesa’s birthday, for the 4th of July, and for the first family gathering in the Flake’s new home—a place that somehow already felt like the heart of the family. Keesa and Louis graciously opened their doors to twenty of us for meals and hanging out for five days.  Janelle, with Keesa’s help,  planned, organized and cooked all the meals.  It brought tears to my eyes to see them take over and do just what I would have done had we been home.  Their love and strength were constant. We are so proud of the women they have become and so thankful for the way they, and their husbands, wrapped us in warmth and welcome.  

Independence Day felt especially meaningful this year. After months away, we saw it through new eyes. Living in a country where religious freedom isn’t guaranteed has made us more aware—more grateful—for the liberties we often take for granted. We know the price many have paid for those freedoms, and we honor that sacrifice more deeply now.

Of course, there were moments that felt a little strange. Preparing to be away for 18 months, only to be briefly back in the world you paused, brings unexpected emotions. At times, we felt like guests in our own home—loved ones familiar, yet daily life foreign. Not bad. Just different. A reminder of the sacrifice and purpose behind our call to serve.

Tonight, we left our home and loved ones again—not knowing how to make the goodbyes easier the second time around. We checked into a hotel near the airport. Our hearts heavy, yet full. As we drove away, a rainbow stretched across the sky—a quiet sign. A promise of peace. A reminder that God is in the details.

Tomorrow we return to Mongolia—grateful, renewed, and even more committed. Dean loved the work we’re doing, and we feel his quiet encouragement with every step. While our hearts are tender, they are also at peace. We go forward with purpose, carrying love from home, and a deeper sense of why we are here.