“Why?” you ask.
Everyone leaves for a mission trip but me. I stay home, work, stay with the kids. My husband, my parents, my friends. All are on the mission field.
I am jealous.
Until I am reminded.
I AM on the mission field…every day. It surrounds me with the pitter patter of two sets of feet….2 and 4. It laughs at silly things that mommy does. It smiles back at the grocery store. I waves graciously at the stop sign. It sings during the worship service on Sundays.
I can’t be jealous of what I already have, right here, in my own home; the area where I live.
Spring break should be every day, every week of my life. “Just a little perspective, Kristi,” the Lord gently reminds me.
What is your mission field?