I’ve often felt (and maybe heard from someone else) that a missionary’s life is just unknowns. Not knowing when travel documents will arrive, or a housing arrangement will be finalized. You learn to live with the unknowns. I suppose that’s not always true, but there are times when it really seems that way.
Right now, is one of those times.
When are you leaving? We’re not sure.
Transition is hard, but it gets amplified by not knowing the when.
I think everyone’s getting a taste of that this year.