I wake up confused. It's pitch black and I can't see my hands in front of me, much less picture where I am. Then I remember . . . our room, boxes stacked against the bare walls, no windows.

Careful to keep the cold out of my warm spot, I slip from beneath the covers and rush down the hall to the water closet (also known as the bathroom in the United States). Returning, I pull the covers over my head, unable to face the cold reality of another day without sunshine. Retreating further into my cocoon, I remember what it's like back home.

There I envision houses with colorful lights, front lawns alive with everything from prancing reindeer to shepherds standing over the baby Jesus. Store windows display exquisite Christmas trees and beautifully wrapped packages. Christmas music on the radio 24/7, cookies baking, church bells ringing, carolers singing, families together—Christmas is in the air!

But that is back home. Not here. Here, it's nothing like home. My husband's steady breathing comforts me as I think about our 23 years with Campus Crusade for Christ and how we ended up here, of all places.

"An unprecedented opportunity," my husband, Jay, explained. "We'll live in Moscow and work with CoMission, a group invited by the Russian Ministry of Education to train their educators to teach a Christian curriculum."

I was committed to go—but at first I had no emotional peace about leaving our family. How could I possibly leave our five grown daughters and precious granddaughter and move to Russia? Acts 2:39 helped remind me about the message of Christ: "The promise is for you and your children and for all who are far off—for all whom the Lord our God will call" (New International Version). But I still struggled.

When our family gathered for Christmas, I was overwhelmed with gratitude as I listened to everyone talk about their love for the Lord and one another. It was as if God was speaking to my heart: I love your children more than you do, and I'll take care of them. They'll be fine. Gently, He pulled my emotions on board with His will.

In our preparations to leave, we packed and repacked everything we thought we couldn't live without—warm clothes, thermal underwear, toilet paper, decaf tea and coffee, peanut butter, popcorn, books and a computer.

Sheer exhaustion and raw nerves plagued us throughout the trip to Moscow, but I was not prepared for our greeting at the airport—soldiers were everywhere, and they all had guns.

A stern-faced official motioned for us to follow him to a small room in the airport, and an hour later, we were grilled as if we were smuggling Christmas into the country. Not a bad idea, I remember thinking. Finally, we emerged unscathed.

We settled into our tiny flat and were just beginning to learn how to negotiate the Moscow metro when our director presented us with a challenge: "We have a team of eight singles who are struggling. They need a mature couple to help them become a family. Would you two pray about moving to Siberia?"

Siberia! My first reaction was shock, then my heart smiled. Lord, I don't remember You making this clear when You called us to Russia. Did you actually say Siberia? Obviously, God has a creative sense of humor. We repacked our boxes, and agreed we were in for the adventure of a lifetime. At the airport in Novosibirsk, we were welcomed by blank stares and the realization that there wasn't a word of English to be heard anywhere.

Slava, our driver, and Darrell, our teammate, were waiting for us at the gate, and we held on for dear life as the car careened through traffic over the multiple levels of ice and snow, blackened by the tires and fumes from the barrage of cars and buses.

Eager to take in all the sights, I peered through the frosty car window. The people, the clothes and the apartment buildings were all varied shades of drab. It was surreal, like watching a black-and-white movie.

Darrell and his roommate, Monty, invited us to share their two-bedroom flat until we found a place to live, which brings me back to my under-cover escape.

When I crawl out to begin my day, I realize it's almost Christmas, and we don't have a Christmas tree. The only reminder of Christmas is the icy snow, which will soon be covered with dirt.

I'm sad for this country, which has shut God out for so many years. I'm sad for the Russian people, many without hope for a better future. I miss my family, and it's hard to shake the sadness, but God seems to remind me to rejoice.

The next day, the guys come home with the spindliest little tree, hardly more than twigs. We decorate it with anything colorful we can find and stand back to admire our handiwork. We don't know whether to laugh or cry; we choose to laugh. Our sad little Christmas tree transforms our homesick hearts.

A few days later, Jay arrives with our mail. I settle in the middle of the bed to look at Christmas cards, but the sadness lingers. Then I open a card with a Nativity scene on the front, and the soft strain of a familiar song fills the room, along with my soul.

"Silent night, holy night. All is calm; all is bright. Round yon virgin mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild."

A baby, destined to be a King—willing to die for our sins and reign in our hearts. It was just the reminder I needed. What a privilege it is to bring the good news of peace to those who are far off, even in Siberia.

In the coming months, God taught me even more about living in Siberia, and that it's about more than just surviving, it's about flourishing (see below).

At the end of our three years in Siberia, I stood on the bank of the recently thawed Ob River and watch my husband baptize our precious friends Victor, Natasha, Alex, Luba and Nina. It was a special event, symbolic of how God had blessed our time there. The lives of teachers, students, men, women, and children had been touched, and many came to know Christ through the ministry of CoMission.

Oswald Chambers says, "Never try to live your life with God in any other way than His way. And His way means absolute devotion to Him. Showing no concern for the uncertainties that lie ahead is the secret of walking with Jesus." My husband and I consider our three years in Siberia a highlight of our lives. I listened to the Lord instead of my own hesitations, and as a result I learned to flourish in Siberia.

I learned several lessons about thriving in "Siberia," whether it was the literal region or the state of my soul. The following tips helped me. Perhaps they will help you, as well.

1. Live moment by moment in the power of the Holy Spirit.
"If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit" (Galatians 5:25).

2. Develop a grateful heart. A grateful heart is a healthy heart.
"In everything give thanks, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus" (1 Thessalonians 5:18).

3. Desire God's will more than your own.
"And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect" (Romans 12:2).

4. Listen for God to call you by name in the darkness.
"I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden wealth of secret places, so that you may know that it is I, the LORD, the God of Israel, who calls you by your name" (Isaiah 45:3).

5. Pray for God to send workers into His harvest, then be willing to go wherever He sends you, whether it's next door or around the world!
"Then [Jesus] said to His disciples, 'The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Therefore beseech the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest'" (Matthew 9:37,38).