The
Missionary
Once upon a time, you were called to this, “your” country.
You came, saw and adjusted. While the strenuous life of “the field” came, saw
and took over.
Food was not like home, but this new country being your new home, you adjusted
to the new food – while folks “back home” continued sending the old food.
So, you had double.
You somehow grew bigger, which by times made you feel
uncomfortable as you were ministering to people who did not. You needed the
“double” strength, as the demands of the field were more than your old frame
could bear.
And now you’re in the “squeaking and creaking” age, but you
keep reassuring the congregation back home that you can just grin and bear it.
But deep down, the cracks in your earthen vessel show up on the outside. And
start bothering those who’ve sent and supported you throughout the years.
“Shouldn’t you get back home now?”, they ask, unaware that “this” country is
now your home.
“Aren’t you becoming a risk?” the missionary health insurance asks, unaware of
your prayers to have things work out.
“be careful, or you’ll end up like XYZZ, who had to leave the field” – to which
you have no answer, as you cannot think of being more deserving to stay on the
field than that other missionary.
Leaving the field, prematurely. “Missionary attrition” being
the more official word.
You?
Really?
So, you pray. While you continue life as you know it. Eating
things you know you shouldn’t, but somehow can’t find the courage for to let
go. Plus, you need it and you’ve earned it with all the hardship you’ve been
through.
Next, you pray for a miracle. To get rid of this Diabetes.
Of the extra weight. Quite the mountain to move…
And then you see this meme about picking up a spade. Not
because you “caused” the mountain, but just because you have everything it
takes to pick up the spade and start removing the excess.
Picking up the shovel, getting back in shape, being able to
keep serving right where you were called to serve.
You?
Really?
From my own experience, I know how difficult this is to
believe, let alone to do. I had to abort my job of helping others because my
body couldn’t sustain the effort. I failed the people I was supposed to
represent, I failed my colleagues and I failed the program financing the whole.
With type 2 Diabetes, cardiovascular issues, several surgeries because of
tendinitis and a mountain of medication, I had quite a mountain in front of me.
But I was fortunate to be handed a shovel and started to move. And step by
step, or scoop by scoop, I could let go of the many pills and even the insulin
shots, enjoying a normal life without diabetes medication and with blood sugar
in the normal range.
Do you long for a future without Diabetes medication? I can
testify from my own experience that it is possible, yes, even where you are
serving.
I’ve adapted an existing program to “reverse” type 2 Diabetes, to the realities
of the mission field – including Home Service!
The classes are online, so that you can follow along right where you are – on 4
continents thus far.
Send me an email to healthylifestylehaiti@cheerful.com and
I’ll gladly tell you how to enroll in my next class.
healthily yours,
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