Early in the week, I got a birthday card in the mail. It was from my church’s women’s ministries director.
How nice, I thought.
to God be the glory…
Indeed, I thought.
I thought I should get in the habit of sending you a “missionary” birthday card.
Cue shrieking and running around the house waving it around, saying, “oh my goodness I can’t believe it. That is so sweet!”
Does this make me a real missionary?
When will I feel like a real missionary?
Will I ever feel like a real missionary?