Little things remind me of them.
I've been wanting to share a conversation I had with a POM while staying with the kids.
They lived in a small housing development that only rented to missionaries.
I was sitting on the front porch when a POM who was visiting his daughter and two grandsons, sat down next to me,
" Your kids are leaving soon, aren't they?"
"Yes, tomorrow," I said.
"How you doing?" he asked.
"Okay today,but tomorrow will be hard."
"It's never easy is it?"
"No"
"When my daughter first left for the field I was not happy.
Actually I was very angry. I tried not to let her know, but
It was hard to be supportive. I was angry at God. She is my
only daughter. "
"I was never angry, but I've had plenty of mixed feeling," I responded.
"Have you been to visit?" he asked.
"Yes, I love going to meet the people, and spend time there."
"Have you been to see your daughter?"
"Yes, the first time was when God changed my heart."
"Really? what happened?"
"Well, one day we went to the market, and I watched my daughter as she
was talking to the people.
She was so happy, and they responded to her so positively, and suddenly
I realized that she was where she was supposed to be, and that God was
REALLY using her. Seeing her there my anger went away. I don't like having
her so far away with my grandchildren, but I'm at peace with it now. "
"Wow, that's quite a testimony. Amazing how God works sometimes," I said.
"Yes, It's never easy letting them go, but it's good not to be angry."
"I'll be praying for you tomorrow," he said.
"Thanks."
I went into the house with tears , but a thankful heart.
It was good to talk to someone who understood.
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