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'F' as in Frank

Ten years after

The headline for my column this week isn't named for the 60s rock band, but for the fact that today marks 10 years after our return from Budapest, Hungary.

Joni and I boarded the plane from Budapest to Seattle 10 years ago today, starting fresh and from scratch much as we had five years prior to that when we moved to Hungary.

The decade has sped by, with much to be thankful for and much still to be done.

It's this time of year that also causes me to consider what Joni and I would have missed had I grabbed the first job offered to me when we moved to Washington state.

That opportunity actually started during our final months in Budapest, when a department at Central Washington University conducted a phone interview with me while we were still in Hungary.

That led to an in-person interview when we returned stateside and a job offer to work as a clerk at CWU.

It was tempting, but it was also a time of state budget cuts and uncertainty for new hires, like I would have been.

So I turned the offer down, only to find myself a few months later working for a weekly newspaper and a new career. The rest, as they say, is history.

I don't know what the next 10 years will hold, but I do know if they are anything like the past 10 Joni and I should expect the unexpected.

After all, I would have been incredulous if you would have told me 10 years ago that I'd be working for a daily paper and pastoring a children's ministry with nearly 30 kids and counting.

I'd never been a children's pastor prior to that and certainly hadn't worked for a newspaper when we returned to the U.S. 10 years ago.

God doesn't know the words never or impossible, though, as He's proven time after time during our experience before during and - yes - 10 years after Hungary.

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