Grayson riding his back his last few days in Germany
I (Stefanie) left Germany in May 32 weeks pregnant with baby girl (and of course two busy boys). Honestly I could not have gotten out of there any quicker, I’ll get to that in a little bit. We chose for me to fly back before having baby girl after conversations with others who had little ones in Germany and after speaking with the U.S. Embassy who couldn’t give us a guarantee that we would be able to get baby girls passport in time for us to fly and be back in Texas by a certain date. I was very torn by the decision as part of me wanted to have her in Germany and with a natural birth (my first two pregnancies were induced). My aunt flew over to help me fly back with the two boys leaving Gray behind to finish up the ministry, (I do wish he had joined us coming back to Texas). The flight was smooth at first, no big hicups from Basel to London. London to Texas was a different story. I almost got stuck in London till baby girl was born as British Airways were not going to let me fly being pregnant. (Even though I was within my airline regulated time frame and I had a doctors note). Part of the problem was that my doctors note was in Germany (being that I was in Germany seeing a German doctor). The BA worker couldn’t read my note. She said that I was to far along in my pregnancy to fly. I had trouble understanding when I just flew from Basel, Switzerland to London Heathrow with the same company and BA had no problems allowing me to continue on to my final destination out of Basel. After 30mins I was cleared to travel. By this point I was ready for the day to end, and it was just beginning. Let me just say that by the time I landed in the states, and still today I’m not eager to fly with BA anytime soon or with out Gray. My month without Gray was long and we all missed him very much but we survived. I am thankful that my aunt flew over to help and got to spend a few days seeing where we had lived that last couple of years. I wish we had more time there but her commitments in the states kept us moving fast to get her back.
*Warning* If you choose to continue reading and you know me, you will be reading some harsh reality, behind the closed door type stuff that I have not shared. I am hoping that by opening the said closed door I will be allowing for healing for myself and others (past, present, and future). Not all post will be this way but some will. I apologize in advance if I offend anyone that is not my intention. I want to share so that I can heal and not forget the darkness that God has brought me out of. I am not a writer. I know there will be a lot of holes left as I try to take my thoughts and feelings and put them in words for us to read. I hope that over the next several weeks I will fill in the holes. Be patient. I pray that in all God is glorified.
I was more then ready to leave. I was tired. I was tired of not being able to communicate clearly with others (doctors, neighbors, grocery store workers, etc). I was tired of being alone. I was tired of not having any money. I was tired of being away from family. I was tired of cooking all the time. I was tired of feeling out casted because God blessed me with 2 boys, who were only being boys (loud, rambunctious, happy little boys) in a community that only had little girls. I was tired of not being able to help my husband in a ministry we BOTH felt called to because my children were not welcome or we had no one to watch them. I was tired of feeling like others were always talking about myself or my family. I was just plain tired. I left Germany hurt, broken, and alone. Needing God now more then ever and not knowing where to find Him. I left Germany knowing that I needed to take several steps back in my relationship with the Lord and start again. I wasn’t going to find what I needed in Germany out of a community that left me with “dry bones.” (For “Dry Bones” reference read Ezekiel 37:1-14)
I will say that I left Germany Dry but I knew then and now God loves me. I am thankful that God loves me. Unconditionally. In my darkest moments and my brightest, He loves me. And He never will give up on me or stop loving me. We serve an awesome God. I knew it 5 years ago, 3 years ago, 1 year ago, 6 months ago, yesterday, and today.
I am thankful for my husband who was willing to serve his family before he served his ministry. I am thankful for God who opened my husbands eyes to see that his family was weak and needed healing. If you are in ministry we recommend listening to the sermon by Mark Driscoll “Ministry Marriages”.