I grew up in a liberal Jewish home, and spent some time among the Unitarians before coming to know Jesus. One day when a church family were driving me home from an evening meeting, I sighed and lamented having to spend another night with my constantly fighting family. So one of the girls felt sorry for me and invited me to spend the night with her. As it turned out, she went to bed, while I stayed up all night talking with her brother. Four and a half years later, that young man and I married (August 1976). We are still together, and "still crazy after all these years."
In 1983, Ken and I went to Nigeria for the first time. A few months earlier, he had been diagnosed with MS, so we didn't know what to expect. We had to return to the US after 2 years, and I went back to school and got an MA in English. (My BA was in Bible, at Harding University.) At that time, Ken had to use an electric scooter, but he asked God to heal him so we could return to Nigeria.
In 1989, with Ken mobile again, we returned to Nigeria for two more years. This time, I went as an English teacher, and I loved it. We came back to the US in the Fall of 1990, and lived for almost 5 years on Long Island, while I worked on a PhD. This was intended partly as "insurance" since Ken's health went up and down.
In January 1995, we returned to Nigeria again, and this time, except for brief visits Stateside, we stayed until Dec 2005, when Ken's health gave out. Since returning to the US, we've lived in Oklahoma, Texas, Mississippi, and now, Missouri. I miss my Nigerian family terribly, but neither Ken nor I are currently in the best of health, and neither is our bank account.
In May of last year, the front axle detached itself from our 1992 Subaru--while I was on the interstate. I have no memory of the accident, but I seem to have landed upside down in a ditch, after swerving all over the highway and hitting no other vehicle. I broke and sprained my left hand, and suffered a "closed concussion." I've always struggled with both anxiety and depression, but things seem to be worse since the accident.
Is it the accident? Menopause? Being in debt for the first time in our marriage? Homesickness? A two-hour commute to my present place of employment? Ken's still up and down health? All of the above? Something else entirely?
Perhaps this network will help both my writing and my faith. I do need prayers.