It was a matter for prayer. For three years we had been on-the-road for most of each year. Each Fall we would find a warm place in Texas, or hunker-down at “Base Camp” (a small place we had purchased near Livingston, Texas) to ride out the winter; we knew we would be back in the ministry and on-the-road as soon as the weather warmed. In our third year, however, we became sensitive to an inner nudging to be off-the-road and more available to serve in our adopted hometown in Texas.
As we served at ministries across the country, Ken often got to use his carpentry skills. But his longing to “get back in the game” kept him interested in organizational dynamics and turnarounds. It was not unusual for him to discuss operational strategy with local ministry leadership as we traveled. And it was conspicuous by the pile of books on his nightstand in Faith (our home on wheels) that he was still interested in business.