We visited a church last week, it was a nice church, nice people. I talked to a woman who had a child the same age as Norah, and we seemed to have a lot in common. We talked about the walking stage and the fear of letting go of mommies hand etc… Later in the conversation she heard my husband say we were missionaries. We didn’t even speak again. It was like i officially became this weird person that is anything but normal. Sometimes i just want to be normal i’m the “gringa” in Peru, and i’m the “missionary” in the states.
I don’t mind standing out sometimes, but sometimes i just want to go to church and not have to be the weird person that nobody knows. Which is practically every service. i guess you could say I’m complaining. But for all of you who meat missionaries at your church they are people too. And for all of you who are my friends even though I am a missionary Thanks!
Yeah, I guess that would be hard being at a different church for every service.
I enjoy meeting all the different missionaries that come to our church!
i totally understand ya girl! i think when the Bible said that Jesus wasn’t welcome in his own land that He went through the same thing. there are times when i think even our family (besides our parents) think we are weird haha!
Totally with you on this one- My ‘rents were on deputation my senior year of high school- hated hated hated it. But it eventually passes
Good luck!