Dancing through borders

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We’ve had our adventures over the years with borders. Some have taken three long days, others just fifteen minutes. But one thing has become clear—time doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to the Lord.

God has used these border crossings to teach us that delay isn’t defeat, and detours can be divine. If He wants to keep us in one place, we stay. If He opens the way, we move.

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We’ve had officials say,
“I wasn’t even meant to be on duty today,”
but they were exactly the ones God had positioned to help us get Bibles across into places where hope was desperately needed. We’ve seen border guards rush to assist us—not because of who we are, but because they recognized the value of what we were carrying: the living Word of God.

And yes, we’ve sat for days, backs against the truck tires, under the African sun, just waiting.
But we don’t reverse.

We move forward, always—with love, with kindness, with the humility of those who know they’re not travelers...

We are ambassadors of Christ.

Every border crossed, every delay endured, every moment of favor—it’s all a part of the dance. A dance choreographed by the One who holds every nation, every heart, every moment in His hands.

We’re not just crossing borders...

We’re dancing through them.