Our Twelfth Date-A-Versary.

On November 28, 2003, I went on my first real date. And, it was perfect. The only money I spent that evening was what Starbucks was charging for a mocha and a hot chocolate. And, the turtleneck I bought minutes before. And the Christmas ornament I bought her afterwards. Today, we tried taking three noisy…

Minecraft Helped Me Build A Bridge To My Son.

Yesterday, I invited Zach to make a delivery run with me to another city an hour away. Between you and me, I was shocked when he said Yes. My feelings had been a little hurt before when I had offered and he turned me down. “What 8-year-old doesn’t want to hang out with his dad?”…

When A Bottle of San Pellegrino Makes You Homesick.

Last night, Amy came in with groceries and plopped them on the kitchen counter. Then, she lifted two bottles out of one of these bags and gave me a look. We had tried it for the first time last Fall in Milan at the table of just about every missionary family: San Pellegrino. It’s funny,…

How An App Put Us On The Mission Field.

A year and a half ago, I was hooked on an iOS based social app. It was a global prayer tool. The name was cheesy but I needed something to help me become more disciplined. I was willing to take the “there’s an app for that” claim into my spiritual life and see if it…

The Only Roots We Have.

Part of the process of becoming appointed by the missions agency we will be working for in Italy, and sponsored by our “sending church,” was to go through extensive counseling. This was primarily a requirement for Amy and I, although it was suggested for the children, too. I never knew you could get so much…

It Doesn’t Matter (I’ll Be Moving To Italy In A Year).

Amy sat across from Lilly’s teachers, who each showed legitimate concern. They told her that Lilly was at risk of failing. Her reading level was high but grades were poor. Her math scores showed she was a year behind. In science, she was struggling. Her grades were zeros, tens, and twenties. They told her Lilly…

I’d Rather Die.

Still, I want it made clear that I’ve never gotten anything out of this for myself, and that I’m not writing now to get something. I’d rather die than give anyone ammunition to discredit me or impugn my motives. If I proclaim the Message, it’s not to get something out of it for myself. I’m…

Stay Where You Are.

As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed begged to go with him. Jesus did not let him, but said, “Go home to your family and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.” So the man went away and…

When Fundraising Becomes Communityraising.

I sat across from a friend who was genuinely interested in the missional journey our family is on. He told me that he had been in my shoes. For five years he and his wife raised support for a global campus ministry. “What did you think of fundraising?” I asked, giving him an odious stare…

The Here and Now.

Telling people we will be making disciples in Italy at times feels like a delusion when all we can see is HERE-AND-NOW. What we deal with in the moment usually doesn’t vaguely resemble what we are preparing to do. At times, it’s all we can do to manage the laundry. It’s so relentless….hampers keep piling…

We Can’t Take Them With Us.

I’ve never been comfortable standing silently before a singing congregation during the “hymn of invitation” as they call it in the Baptist church. Even singing along feels awkward because I feel everyone staring at me. But, last night as I finished telling these people how the Williams family had come to feel called to become…

Benvenuto!

Thank you for visiting the Williams Family missional blog! We are honestly very excited about all that God is doing in us and through us as we make preparations to launch into Italy. We want you to understand — this is not a journey for the Williams family alone. You are in this with us!…