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If I knew I could....



If I knew I could come home whenever anything big happened, I would be a missionary.

Maybe I'm too connected to my family. Maybe I'm too old to rely so heavily on my parents, especially since I'm already married.

Maybe not.

Before we got married, sweet hubby and I talked about one day becoming missionaries.

I think it will still happen one day.

I also think there is a lot to be said for serving where you are, when you are.

But I've done the missionary thing before, and I liked it, and I think that one day I'll be back in it again.

If only I could be there for family whenever anything big happens.

The hardest times to be away are holidays and celebrations. And celebrations include the recognition of the sad stuff, too.

When I was a missionary before, I made it home for one wedding and Easter. They were the same weekend.

I missed several other weddings, the death of a close friend's mother, Christmas, Thanksgiving, weekends at the beach, and a whole host of other things too.

What I did as a missionary was important to me (and I wouldn't have met my husband if I hadn't done it).

Right now, being close to family is more important.

If I could have both, I'd be a missionary right now.

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  1. I have often thought of being a missionary and my oldest daughter has mentioned a desire to follow that path, too. But, like you said, we are to missionaries right where we are. I know I sometimes forget that since we live in the DC area, we are in one of the most diverse mission fields everyday! 'If we are His body, why aren't His arms reaching...' Great post. Thanks.

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