Being a missionary and mum to a missionary.

Yesterday  I was watching as little Anna Kie (soon 4 months old) was passed around from lap to lap. She is lovingly smiling into every new face, totally unaware of dirt and filth and bugs and germs.

Grandmother would love to take her back into her arms, keep her safe.

History repeats itself. I used to sit on the floor of the churches in Bangladesh, with same kind of feelings. Anne Kies mother is totally cool about the journey of her youngest in the congregation of people.

I honor my mother Inez who on a distance from her missionary children and grandchildren formed her concerns for them into prayers and supplications, interceding for each of them daily. Even until the last day on this earth.

Seeing Anna Kie and her family I'm challenged over again to trust in our awesome God increasingly more fully. Only He is in control. He doesn't sleep. He watches over each one of them. And over our family wherever they are. But prayers by faith and trust is GOOD!
Love
Anna