I had no idea when my husband, John, started his traveling ministry that God had a call on my life, too. It all began so innocently—and I almost missed it because I was afraid.
In 1990 John resigned an associate pastor position to pursue the burning call he felt for our nation. Our two sons and I traveled from place to place with him. We drove almost everywhere because John's ministry was unknown at the time, and no one was willing to provide an airline ticket for him.
But before the end of John's first year as a traveling preacher, ministry invitations began to flow in from places that were willing to fly him out for extended meetings. He was often gone for weeks at a time, and the family rarely accompanied him. This meant I was home alone with two toddlers—and a baby on the way. read more