What is our Mission?

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In less then 24 hours after it’s arrival, the word had spread.  You can only imagine the excitement of all the children as they learned of this new item on which they could play.  And so on that second afternoon over 15 children shyly approach our yard, wanting a turn.  The soccer ball was abandoned.  Let the jumping begin on our trampoline.

Every afternoon the trampoline draws a group of children.  I enjoy their chitter chatter.  I also like that the children are coming to our yard.  They no longer feel uncomfortable.  The soccer games have resumed.  Yet now, if soccer was not the favored activity (mainly for the girls) they stay behind to jump. 

 

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Can you call sharing your trampoline “ministry”?    In part, I think we can.  But that leads only to another question.  What really is our ministry?  Darron travels everywhere with lists of goals and aspirations.  Meanwhile the children and I plod on through another homeschool day.  I still am not sure the best way for us as a family to minister.  Right now we are making lots of banana bread and bread to share.  Trying to say encouraging words as we hand it out.  I do believe the saying that “often there is more religion in a loaf of bread then in a sermon”.  Yet I sincerely believe that the children and I have a “mission” too.   So it will be interesting to see how it all unfolds. 

This weekend is our first in 6 weekends to have Darron home.  He is actually in our midst for a full month, before travelling again.  I think all of us are relieved to have his presence and strength.

Tomorrow Elijah and Hannah Gallant (American missionary friends from Bandung) arrive to our home for their spring break.  This will be the first “Papua Camp”.  My personal goals are  to keep the children full, busy, and having fun.  We plan to go to the beach, water fall, lake house, and pool (many times).  We will work on pathfinder honors (hoping to get culture honor, native foods, and tree climbing).  Hopefully there will be lots of great blogging stories from our first camp.  For our friends that have children….perhaps it will inspire you to lend us your children for a short while!  Now that could be our mission………..????! 

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