From the day the Lord called me into missions when I was fifteen, I have always counted it the greatest privilege anyone could have. That doesn’t mean I was never “down”. My first few years in Ethiopia, a godly SIM couple invited me each Christmas to celebrate with their family and sometimes other friends as well. They were from England, and I enjoyed being included in their family. Later, when I lived in the countryside, we missionaries usually celebrated together for at least part of the day. It was all very nice, but I missed my family and seldom got through a Christmas Day without tears.
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