Introduction

It's hard to believe that my husband Scott and I moved to Maine over 2 years ago. Since I'm from Georgia, I tend to stand out like a sore thumb the moment I open my mouth up here in New England. My accent usually prompts the following question: "Well why in the world did you move to Maine?" The answer isn't that simple. Scott and I both had good jobs down south. Friends, a good church family, a house.... all things I had always hoped to have one day. But something was always nagging us. We couldn't shake the feeling that we should be doing something else, something different for God. The decision to move to Maine so that Scott could preach wasn't a quick one. We thought about it for a couple of years, prayed about it, waited, and finally the pieces all came together thanks to God's timing. Two and a half years later, we can't imagine not having made the decision to come and begin this mission work. When most people think of mission work, they think of maybe going to South America, Africa, or somewhere else overseas. But Maine is a mission field too. People here in the U.S. need the gospel just as much as people living in villages in Africa! Members of the church are few and far between in Maine... but they are strong. We haven't seen any church buildings in this area of the country that have auditoriums large enough to seat 800, huge fellowship halls with industrial sized freezers and sinks, or professionally landscaped grounds. But what we have seen is groups of people, small in number but strong in faith, who are working hard to live Christian lives and teach others the truth. And that's why we wanted to come and join the work! In just two and a half short years, I've had countless funny, heartwarming, and memorable moments as I learn to be not only a preacher's wife, but a New Englander as well.... experiences that are too great not to share! I hope these will bring a smile to your face and be an encouragement in your walk. Enjoy!