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At some point in my life, I am going to be a missionary! My name is Isabelly. I come from Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil, and I am currently serving as a missionary in Guinea-Bissau. Since I was young, my heart has been passionate about missionary stories. I have always been convinced…
My story with Amina began in a rather unusual way, through an app that connects people interested in learning each other’s languages. I was interested in learning Arabic, and she wanted to improve her English. I was never one to use apps to meet new people, but this time I…
God’s paths are not always fast, but they are always right. Clear and impossible to ignore, I first sensed my missionary calling to serve among the peoples of the 10/40 window when I was a teenager. It was many years, however, before I finally set foot on the soil of…
“Sir, where did he go?” Mousa asked. “He was sitting beside you in the car. That man already died. I was at his funeral.” My name is Nala, and I am from West Africa. My family lived in a village where water is worshiped and sorcery is practiced. One day,…
I am a person who generally dislikes change. I like to plan everything out in advance so that I will know what will be happening. A clear path. Security. These are my comfort zones. However, I found out that when serving as a missionary, there is no such thing as…
Going to Mount Moriah Have you been to Mount Moriah—the place in your life where you face an emotional and difficult challenge requiring a consequential choice? Though we might want to follow in the footsteps of our Master, sometimes making such a decision can be difficult. If you have been…
I see it, the light at the end of the tunnel. Training is now over, and we are all filled with conflicting emotions: relief and sadness. Training is exhausting; Nikki and I are both tired. But we have made new friendships and strengthened existing ones. I have a newfound respect…
“A girl wants to talk to you about studying in Europe. She wants the opinion of a foreigner,” Mary said. Let us call the girl Zehra. She was 15 years old, 5’11” tall, and I doubted that she weighed more than 125 pounds. Her straight, dark hair fell close to…
Clouded eyes stared at the floor as I sat cross-legged in our nearly empty bedroom. One week—that is all the time we had to pack up our lives. Now, it was the second-to-last day, and the weight of it all finally broke me. We ate dinner outside—no usable table left…
When I think back on the last couple of years we spent in Turkey, what sticks out most is how my neighbors really took me in. There was a time when Malachi left on business for a week and a half, and my neighbors made sure I was not alone.…