Love crosses oceans. It doesn't stay in it's own little corner of the world, minding it's own business...even when the world is in turmoil, and fear abounds in hearts everywhere. Today, the love of my life is on a plane home from Africa. He has spent the last week and a half in Mushayamunda Village, Zimbabwe with a team of servant-hearted, courageous people, who went to love and serve in the name of Jesus despite the current state of our world. Plane crashes. Ebola. ISIS. The list could go on and on, and the news reports do nothing to ease the minds of travelers. In addition to the international threats, there are countless domestic reasons my husband could have stayed home. A two month old baby and a wife left to be a temporary single parent. A recent move and the uncertainties of unemployment... But he went. Because over 50 years ago, love crossed an ocean. In 1958, a physician in Winston-Salem, NC uprooted his young family from the safety of suburban America a...