You know that moment when you’re hugging your friend, and you won’t let them go because you don’t know when you’ll ever see them again? I had quite a few of those moments as I packed my bags, graduated from High School, […]
As I’ve just graduated from high school, I’ve spent lots of time looking back on my life as a missionary kid. The people I’ve known, the places I’ve been, and the experiences I’ve had have all taught me something. Here are […]
I sat on a small rock, barely big enough for myself, with two little Papuan kids, doing nothing. This is supposed to be going a lot better, I thought to myself. We had arrived in the small village of Soba […]
The sunrise was golden. The mountains were beautiful. The plane was cutting smoothly through the crisp air. That’s when my friend, sitting next to me on the small plane, handed me his bag and reached for a sick sack. We were pretty high up, around 8,000 feet, and the small planes MAF flies in Papua […]
As kids on the mission field we often think that God only calls adults, and the adults drag their kids with them. When we think we are only here because our parents were called, we end up seeing ourselves as a Missionary’s Kid instead of a Missionary Kid. Especially in a big city like Kinshasa, […]
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That same night, Emily and I went with Mr. Harrell to watch him coach some young boys in soccer—a ministry he and his wife Megan had started themselves.
We watched these boys play on a dirt field, with holes and glass everywhere. And yet, […]