We live in Newberg. In a cute little house. On a quiet little street. In a sleepy little neighborhood. Half an hour from church, half an hour from Eric’s parents, half an hour from my parents. The only thing that made sense about moving to Newberg was that it was as close to Eric’s job as Woodburn was.

I’ve lost track of how many people have asked us how we came to live in Newberg. Sometimes they ask why. And our answer has always been because God led us here. But we weren’t sure why either . . . ...continue reading →