Meet Jeremy. He’s a ceramic bank who’s travelled the world with me since 1972.
He sat quietly on my dresser in the U.S., Zimbabwe, the United Arab Emirates, and Australia.
Month: September 2021
Letter to a new missionary: “Dear newly-arrived me”
Reading Time: 4 minutes
Dear new missionary me,
Oh, you look so beautiful! I love that you’re still wearing makeup and your toenails are painted. I bet your legs are shaved too!
Ooh-la-la! Soak up those feminine vibes now, my dear. But don’t fret. As you lose your American shine, you’ll be gaining plenty in its place.
Enjoy where you are now, new missionary me. Be fully here.
“Trust and Obey, Mommy”: Gala’s Story
Reading Time: 4 minutes
Our family had been in Ethiopia for about two weeks one February when we decided to visit the village where we’d soon be living.
My husband John is a water engineer. Our task was to put in a water system for the Tokay area and surrounding villages. We had just begun language school in Addis, so our skills were limited–but we were excited to see the village where we’d live for the next three years, about four hours west.
When You Don’t Share Your Spouse’s Calling
What’s Your Sign? (Here’s Mine)
Reading Time: 3 minutes
Editor’s Note: This piece originally appeared on Rebecca Hopkins’ blog, Borneo Wife, when she and her husband served in Indonesia. Her pieces have appeared in Christianity Today. She now blogs from her new American home at www.rebeccahopkins.org .
I was so tired I don’t even remember which of my kids was throwing the fit in the security line in some airport somewhere in America.