Eight years ago, we embarked on a journey that completely changed our lives. We had no idea what it would look like. In many ways, we felt like Abraham when God called him to leave his family and go to a place he did not know. Abraham moved in faith at God’s voice, not knowing where he would end up—and we did the same.

We moved from the cold winters of South Dakota to the warm climate of Kentucky. While Mount Rushmore is impressive, I found it paled in comparison to the rich heritage of Kentucky—where family roots run deep. This was something I had never experienced in a town dominated by a large airbase, where families moved in and out constantly.

Kentucky embodies everything you hear about the South: front porch gatherings, warm atmospheres, apples, horses, and breathtaking landscapes. We settled in the Appalachian Mountain range, and the scenery in the summer is absolutely stunning.

Our move to Kentucky was to help a new church plant. While here, my faith has grown, and the family connections have been heartwarming. We live out our faith within a community of believers all moving in the same direction. I left the fast-paced world behind and entered a place of solitude, reflection, and spiritual growth.

The friendliness and Southern hospitality of this region are unmatched. We moved to an area not always known for welcoming outsiders, yet we have never felt unaccepted. Warm smiles and greetings of “sweetie” and “honey” have become a comforting part of our daily lives.

Kentucky is a special place, even amid the negative stories often told about Eastern Kentucky. God has given me a heart for the people here, and I sense that this region is close to His heart as well.

Thank you, Kentucky, for welcoming this couple who came from a different culture. Thank you for making this place so special to live. These years have softened some rough edges in my life and have given me a deeper gratitude for family, friends, and faith.