Sacrificial Living

Some people think that living in another country as a missionary is a big sacrifice. Well, I'd like to set the record straight, at least from my point of view. While I do miss Starbucks, nice highways, convenience shopping, outdoor recreation, and the Olive Garden, there is not much to want for here in Central America. Not having those things, that I do enjoy, does not really consititute sacrificial living. No, the biggest sacrifice is not WHAT we have left behind, but WHO we have left behind: Our families. As many of you know, it is hard to live far away from the ones you love. All things considered, the sacrifice that is made is not watching my nephews and nieces grow up. It's my girls not seeing their grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts and uncles. It's when Kayla is lying on her bed, with tears in her eyes, holding a picture of her grandparents, crying because she misses them, that I feel like we are sacrificing much. Jim and Ida, thank you for visiting us this month, we love you. And to our friends who made it possible, thank you!