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, we start to wish we were somewhere else and don’t notice the opportunities for us to be missionaries in our own right. But that’s slowly starting to change for me as our high school youth leader has been challenging us this year to get out there and do something.
Earlier in the year our youth group went to the Salvation Army’s senior citizens’ home, and ever since I have felt called back. Now, as a Missionary Kid, I go there every Saturday to teach them new games and crafts. As the language barrier decreases, I hope they will be able to teach me a few things too.
I’m so glad God gave me the chance to serve at the senior citizens’ home and to go on that short weekend mission trip. As I take advantage of these opportunities I gain more understanding of how to live as a Missionary Kid instead of a Missionary’s Kid.