Mission: The call

On Sunday Pastor Kevin touched on a touchy subject for Tony and I; mission work…but for the first time Tony just held me as the tears weld up in my eyes; instead of his usual deep sigh and pull away. This made me wonder…is he getting it? Does he understand yet? Or is this just a moment that will pass?
See, I know I’ve been called to the mission field, I’m not talking about moving and living in a different country, but going to serve families, mainly teens and children that are living in poverty, and/or working with teen girls that have been forced into sexual trade. I know that I have a gift for young people, and I truly hope and pray that one day Tony will walk beside me in my calling or send me off with his prayers.
I know it’s hard for him to see me get on that plane every year and head off to a place that has become my second home. I know that as he sends me off; he asks himself; what will I tell our children if the worse happens. I know that he would tell them the truth. That their mother was called by God to serve, to give children in this world a fighting chance at a better life and an education, she did it without question and she did it with passion.
Sometimes Tony’s fear over takes him, and I think that is why he has told me that I can go no further the Central America.
In all reality I don’t see myself going much further until our children are grown, and when I say our children; I also mean Kimberly, Catrine, Justin, Estephany, Lilita, Olivia and the many others that hold my heart as I lay down to sleep.
As a mother I’ve learned that your children are everywhere, they’re not just the ones that sleep down the hall.