You might think that missionaries don’t struggle with wanting material things or perhaps that we are “above” wanting things to look nice.
I, just like the next girl, like pretty things. As a child, I dreamed of a little farmhouse with a cute picket fence beckoning you to come to the porch and sit a while.
Fast forward to life in a tropical city. My idea of a dream house never included gecko poop on the walls or pythons in the backyard. I never dreamed of the mold in the corner of every cabinet, ants marching in at every stray crumb left on the counter, or my couches that are meant to be “outside” couches but, alas, are in my living room.
And I struggled (still do at times). And, I would sigh, and dream of a walk down Target aisles. A trip to the craft store. And wish that my life looked different.
To hear the rest of the story, come visit me at Women Living Well today as I guest post over there!
*the adorable candle in a jar pictured above was made by my sweet friend, Beth.*