I'll admit I'm a little nervous about pausing to reflect on the chapter of our life that is about to come to an end. The emotions surrounding graduation from HUGSR have been pretty high and I easily become weepy...well...perhaps a 'blubbering mess' would be more like it. Yet I feel like reflection is necessary and important and good.
Saturday, May 5th, I watched my husband receive his Masters of Divinity degree. We had never participated in a graduation ceremony at HUGSR - so we had no idea what it was like and it was just surreal to realize that this day was for us...the culmination of Jason's hard work. It wasn't that I didn't think Jason could 'do this'...but you know, after 4 1/2 years, it is almost like you get in a groove so deep that you forget that graduation day WILL inevitebly come!
Allow me to share a few pictures of us and a few special people...

Looking happy!

Otsukaresama deshita!!!

The Whaleys

The Dean and his wife

Bob & Billie Hesselrode

Chris & Danielle Shrock - our 'almost' relatives... we'll miss you guys so much...

Rex & Laura from Ithaca, NY

Rusty-sama...mou chotto...gambatte ne!

Three of the four Aussie Mission Blokes graduated on Saturday
It was a bittersweet day. We shared the day we people we love dearly who have supported us every step of the journey. And it was an exciting day. There was a definite buzz around campus as graduation approached. The Huffards hosted an incredible reception at their home, and the reception following graduation was a special time. Did I mention that I got a degree? It probably won't hang on any wall - but on Saturday I was awarded a PHT degree signifying me 'Putting Hubby Through' graduate school. Well - it has been an honor to put him through grad school and I promise I'm not just saying that in hindsight. I know there were some really tough days, classes, papers, exams...sleepless nights, frustrations, and disappointments. But Jason loved the task before him. And he wasn't
just a Grad school student. Just like his peers he wore many hats - husband, friend, mentor, student, teacher, athlete, groundsman, team member, to name a few. Yes, dear, I'm bragging - just this one post! He stayed the course and finished the race. His attitude and commitment made my part of grad school life easy and I am proud of his accomplishment.
Our decision to come to Harding Graduate school was made prayerfully, but quickly. It shocked some and even surprised us a little. It was not the course we had envisioned for our 'tour of duty' in the USA. I had just finished telling Jason that I did NOT want to be the sole provider for our family while he went back to school to become a science teacher! But God was moving us through some difficult circumstances and we made our decision, applied for scholarship, paid our housing deposit and set out for Memphis to join our two friends, Rusty and Laura Campbell, and our small collection of earthly possessions that we had stored in Bob & Billie's backyard. God moves in mysterious ways!
We arrived in Memphis on January 7th 2003 with one year and two days of marriage under our belt. (someone really should have warned us about that!!!) For me the first few months were spent trying to make 'home' out of cinderblock, learning how to wait tables at a very un-Australian restuarant, and trying to communicate with Southern two year olds. I learned to sit on my sitter, walk my feet and be kind to my 'Rainbow Freyends'. Ahhh....good times. Thankfully I found my niche at Carlson Travel by April that year. I had lots to learn there, too, but it was much more interesting...like learning where in the world are Nassau and Cancun and Montego Bay. (I'm from the Southern Hemisphere, remember!) The company saw the need for me to have a few of these experiences for myself...you know...to aid in the selling. I should have acted dumber!!!
And so with a great job to keep me busy while Jason studied, the weeks became months, then semesters, then years. It was not long before I quit keeping track of the hours Jason had taken, realizing that this time was good and that it too, would pass, and probably before we knew it. And it has...pretty much in the 'blink of an eye'...just like 3.5 years in Japan did...and college...and highschool. (I must be getting old!) Transitions are good reminders to enjoy the 'moments'.
We had no idea what it would be like, the sacrifices it would require, the level of difficulty. More than that though, we didn't understand the depths and riches that would come our way during our time here. We came to Memphis for Grad school knowing no more than two friends and five aquaintances. We leave the Grad school with lifetime friends and a deep, deep well of resources.
The HUGSR 'experience' has ended in one sense, but will continue in another. And in some ways, the true essence and purpose of what we came here for has just begun. Our next chapter will look very different to this one. Some different challenges, some different people, but the same loving, faithful Father. I am so thankful for that.

Aussie Mission Team