Before I became a missionary, I wondered what life would look like. I had been told tales as a child of missionaries living among the heathen savages, determined to “win souls.” How these courageous people risked everything in order to bring a few to a saving knowledge of Him!

 

Once I became a missionary, I found that there is limitless work to be done. There is always something that you can be doing to fill your time, but as I spent more time learning and living overseas, I began to wonder if “just getting them to say the prayer” was enough. Obviously, it isn’t.

 

God, in his mercy, led me to a better understanding of discipleship and teaching, and I became more passionate about education and furthering knowledge about this person to whom we dedicate our lives. But many fell away even with discipleship. Even some of the most dedicated would see their flame all but extinguished.

 

We asked ourselves, “what is the problem?” We wondered how we could fix the matter of our back door being almost as big as our front door. But now, I have come to understand this, as quoted by a missionary to the Philippines:

 

 

A life fuller of God. Amen.