First, and this has nothing to do with the prompt, every time I sit down with my laptop, my cat, Spike, jumps up on my chest, sticks his face two inches from mine, then settles in. As he is 26 pounds, it is a little hard to see around him and continue to work. He can ignore me all day but the laptop is Pavlov’s dog to my one and only.
Now for the prompt:
Since I was thirteen, I wanted to be a missionary. Even when I was exploring other religions, I wanted to be … only I called it a humanitarian. I envy those who have the money and health to pursue this need. I am working on the health (although it often works on me) but money is still a major factor.
My minister’s husband has gone on an annual mission for the past 17 years. He is taking this year off but as he is the minister of a wealthy church, he is taking me on his next trip. I am thrilled! My daughter went on a two year mission to Malawi and I envied her so much. I lived, as much as she would let me and telecommunications would allow, live vicariously through her experiences.
Now it’s going to be my turn! I’m not sure where we are going – it doesn’t matter. I just want to be of service. I am also developing programs (if the Church Council and Board of Trustees give me the go ahead) to do this year and longer as interest allows. I also want to re-establish a Women’s Club with the intent of drawing in the few middle-aged women we have. (But at 60, can I really call myself middle-aged? I’m entering the next phase already) So much of my church is elderly.
I have done acts of service all my life, but on a one-on-one level primarily. This is my heart . . . and I so want it to be so. So pray for me, all you so inclined, that these mission and service works take wings and fly!
Oh, and the second part of this is for an article on each of these be published and paid for so I can keep paying it forward. Getting better skilled and getting paid for what I love to do anyway would be the icing on the cake or should I say nourishing food for hungry stomachs.