At 25, I married my husband, Jim, after completing an MA in Christian Education. In our early years together, Jim served as an assistant pastor and I took care of our three small children. Seven years later, our interest in missions lent us an opportunity to move (1997) to the suburbs of Paris as church-planters. We had a supportive team and I enjoyed meeting French people. However, adjustments to cross-cultural living maxed my anxiety. I took numerous rounds of antibiotics, but they didn’t improve my illnesses. To whom could I turn to share my hurts and fears? Would people at home get me? After five years we returned to the states and Jim and I received an MS in Counseling. We have trained and counseled missionaries with World Team since 2003. We are grateful our France experience prepared us to walk alongside people who need a safe place to be seen, heard, and grow. In 2011 while at a conference, I received a late call with the news that our son was in critical condition following a car accident. Andrew’s death created a tsunami effect on our family and my health. Depression weighed me down and I reduced my work hours. Feelings of worthlessness overwhelmed me. I found God’s Word comforting in yet another tragedy.