Being a missionary is not the glitzy, romanticized life that many perceive it to be. It is a life of loss, sorrow, and sickness; a life of dirt, bugs, and pit latrines. There are days that seem to never end, nights without sleep. Broken, hurting are people all around me, expecting help and guidance even when I feel I have nothing left to give.
But for all of that, I would not trade it for anything. It is an abundant life; it is the greatest adventure. I know I am doing what I was created to do, as I watch the Hand and power of God move and change lives despite me.
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