Yep, I was a missionary.
Not many people know this about me but it’s true.
10 years ago, I was a bonafide, unqualified, SUPPORTED, evangelical, non-denominational, christian missionary.
My “mission” was a teaching position in the horribly depraved country of… France. What’s worse, it was the south of France, a region infested with lavender, plagued with palms trees and flamingos, known for it’s wild white horses and overbearing sunshine- a truly frightening destination.
Yep, the people in my church actually paid for me to live for a year in France, teaching English at a private Christian school.
I had about 15 students total. I probably spent an average of 2 hours a day teaching. Oh yeah, I also sang as part of my missionary duties (It was a tough gig, but someone had to do it.)
I lived in a beautiful house in the country with 4 french girls who helped me learn the language, taught me the art of making french cuisine, and made me feel a part of their world. I would watch The Little House on the Prairie to improve my french, and I read through the entire shelf of English books in the home’s small library. I had plenty of down time.
At times I was homesick but I was able to go home for Christmas and I was fortunate enough to have my parents and several friends come to visit at different times. I was 21 years old, engaged to be married, and a devout Christian. My future was mapped out and clear. I was a missionary with a wedding on my mind. It was all roses.
Since then I have gotten divorced, lost houses, lost family members, and lost my religion. I have lost myself and then found myself several times, and I hope that I as I get older I am able to tuck away at least a little wisdom into one of my pockets. I’m not sure about everything, but I am sure about some things.
And one thing I am sure of is this: If you get the chance to be a missionary, DO IT!!!!
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