Aren't I a Missionary too?

 

A friend of mine recently said this to me, "The days are long but the years are short." I couldn't agree more. Suddenly, my first born is thinking about college, my daughter and I are sharing clothes and little Max (who I just gave birth to like.. yesterday!) is now in the Preschool class at our Homeschool Co-op.

Do you ever stop to wonder if you're doing it right? I know I do, almost daily. We aren't raising kids, we're raising men and women. Future mothers, fathers, teachers, missionaries and preachers!! I used to get frustrated, thinking that I wasn't doing much for Christ. Several years ago I felt the call of missions in my heart.

Ever since, I've wanted to go somewhere and do something for Him.

I love missionary month at our church. They come from all over, sharing how things are happening  in their part of the world. As they show their slide show pictures of the people they are engaging, the progress being made and the area in general, I start to envy their life. My heart aches to go with them when they leave. I know missions isn't easy or glamorous and it can be down right exhausting and beyond bearable at times. It just seems like they are doing something so much more tangible for Christ.

However, as I sit here watching my little ones play and my son make dinner I am reminded that I am a missionary. My home is my mission field. Their souls are at stake! I may not be in Italy, Brazil or Cambodia but my field is just as important. Today, I thank God for this reminder.

I pray that I never forget.