Sometimes Life’s significant intersections fall down on you unexpectedly from the sky, like meteors before we had the technology to foresee the impact of meteors. But there are other times when life’s intersections come with some warning, like an intersection on a highway. One hundred miles away, then fifty, then twenty, then five. Whoosh, whoosh, the signs slip by, telling you what’s coming. Food, lodging, fuel, three miles ahead. Get ready.

We are approaching such an intersection. Seven years in California. Seven years to start to establish our identity as a family. Seven years of memories in the rear view mirror. Something else coming, coming, coming, over the horizon. Seven weeks to start to get it figured out.

This is the place for that story.

By the numbers:

• Two parents (also two friends, two lovers, two teammates, two sinners, two servants of the Great King, a pair)
• Three kids
• [Almost] seven years as a family
• Two countries
• Seven weeks apart
• One Hope and Stay