Dawn & I have felt Nomadic lately
Our nomadic life may be coming to an end. We believe and hope it is!
We found a home that is eight miles from the San Diego-Tijuana border. It's ten miles from the San Diego…
Dawn & Dave
Last week we met some new friends that have also recently moved to the San Diego area. Ross and Din mentioned they were talking to some family members who said they we homeless. Din responded, "I prefer to…
We can do all things through Christ
Moving from Colorado to San Diego is no easy task. Our house officially sold on Friday, August 17th. Hurrah! :) We sold it for much lower than we first listed it for last year…
Our Three Kids: Jonathan, Hannah & David Jr.
"Saying good-bye sucks," is the title I considered using for this post. I didn't want to offend anybody, so I didn't use that title. I'm sure it would have gotten me more views,…
Richie helping us load up the trailer for our move
We are in the middle of moving to the San Diego – Tijuana border, which has made it extremely difficult to find time to write.
Our house is empty. The trailers filled…
The Diaso family
Today is the last day we will have furniture in our home in Colorado Springs. The movers come tomorrow, and all of our belongings will be packed in a trailer for our move to the San Diego -…
The Challenges of Moving
This has been a crazy week!
On Monday I returned from a ten-day trip to Pennsylvania and Maryland. Since then it's been all about getting our house and family ready for our upcoming move. The unrest has…
Petra performing the violin
Yesterday I ran into Petra's uncle while my son, Jonathan was getting his tires changed. I was encouraged to talk to him, and let him know that many people are praying for Petra and family. He mentioned…
Dave at Timonium Presbyterian Church
Yesterday I was with some old and new friends at Timonium Presbyterian Church. I first met this church when they brought a short-term missions group down in 1992. Don Wright was one of the church members…
Dawn & Dave - The San Diego Harbor in the background
On Sunday when I was leaving church at Aisquith Presbyterian, just outside of Baltimore, a friend of mine discreetly handed me a crumpled ten-dollar bill. I stuck it in my…