Missions Leaders

Floor Therapy

There were simply not enough hours in the day. One answered email prompted multiple responses, which then needed to be addressed. Multiply that by hundreds of emails waiting in my inbox. The aftermath of a huge event had taken its toll. Fatigue and exhaustion had engulfed my body. A problem I could not resolve was the last straw. I could feel the darkness of pervasive sadness and weariness threaten to consume my spirit.

It takes a great deal to get me to that point. I’m pretty positive by nature. Yet that’s where I found myself the afternoon I slipped into her office. My back hit the wall and I slid to the floor. I guess it was apparent something was amiss. She quietly rose from her chair and joined me on the floor. 

She showed no outward appearances of baring resentment for the interruption. Her hours had been as long as mine. She kindly offered attention without a trace of judgment. I don’t remember what counsel she offered at that particular moment in time. I am sure it was right on target because she always measures her words carefully and speaks with great wisdom that belies her age.

I'm Excited for a New Year in Missions!

This week, my GAs will be back in our classroom, reciting our pledge, and learning about missions work happening in Kansas City, Missouri. Because we only have GA and RA during the school year, the summer months (while hectic) seem to be missing a bit of excitement, activity, and inspiration as our room sits empty each Wednesday night. When I see the girls during the summer, they want to know where I traveled and whom I met and when we are starting back—because they miss GA.

What they're telling me isn't that they miss me during the summer. They don't miss our wall map showing locations of missionaries we've studied. They don't miss our pledge or my somewhat mediocre storytelling skills. They don't even miss the badges and the projects. What they're telling me is that they've missed the love of our church family.

Men and WMU

This month, my husband and I celebrate our 25th anniversary. Frank proposed to me on top of the Burger King boat on the Mississippi River with a ring bought from a pawnshop. Did I mention we were seminary students at the time? That boat was destroyed when she broke loose during the flood of 1993 and hit a bridge in St. Louis. I lost the ring while packing school supplies during a WMU event in Nashville, Tennessee. It just slipped right off. Some lucky first grader got to show his mother new crayons, scissors, glue, and a cool ring he found in the bag.

The boat and ring are gone. The marriage remains. We went to Branson one year when our daughter was young. We bought new wedding rings and went outside the jewelry shop where our daughter put the rings on our fingers and pronounced us husband and wife (again).

I think back over 25 years and the sacrifices my husband made. He did not protest when I wanted us to get married at GA camp or when I asked a WMU colleague to plan our honeymoon. Our trip had to be shorter than intended because I needed to be back for the first Mississippi River Ministry convocation.

Are Summer Camps Still Relevant Today?

We live in a world where technology is integrated into just about every aspect of our lives. Self-driving cars, microwaves, phones with computers in them (or is it the other way around?) and even electric toothbrushes! And yet, every summer, thousands of children and their leaders flock to summer camps all over the country. How can this be? No WiFi? No phones? Say it isn’t so!

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