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I grew up in a Christian home and accepted Jesus as my Savior at the age of five, praying with my mom on a summer evening after concluding my first Vacation Bible school experience. Even as a young child I felt called to ministry, often answering adults that I would like to be a missionary doctor in Africa when I grew up.
I have often struggled to reconcile what I have felt to be a lifetime of calling towards ministry with my wholehearted belief that the best for my children is to be their primary caregiver. More and more I am realizing that these two things are not just compatible, but one and the same calling. I’m astounded as I look back on my life and see that what at the time I had thought were divergent paths were actually ribbons interwoven, mingling and crossing and separating, but ultimately twisting together into the life God has always been calling me to – a life devoted to Him throughout every season of life. Right now, I’m smiling to think of me as a small child, heart overflowing with compassion to heal the bodies and spirits of children in Africa when presently I’m endeavoring to do just that, though not in a way I could have ever imagined as a child. God is calling me to Africa, to Ethiopia, and to live the hidden ministry of a stay-at-home mom. Only by his glorious design could these callings be woven into this story I’m living as we prepare to bring our son home from Ethiopia.