Once a Missionary, Always a Missionary - Part 1
The grandkids working on a creative project in my backyard How I got Here For most of the early 2000’s I was a missionary in Italy. I loved being a missionary. I had a missionary guesthouse in Milan, Italy. There I met, hosted, and prayed with missionaries and pastors from all over the world. Often I had opportunities to collaborate with them as well. It was fun and interesting. No two days were alike. In addition to my duties as hostess, I also traveled all over Europe and sometimes beyond. I’ve prayer walked most of the European capital cities [1] . At the end of 2019 God closed the door to Italy and I came home to North Carolina to live with my mom. Of course, I was disappointed at first. I missed Italy terribly, Milan being the place I had lived the longest of my whole life. I had no idea that pandemic loomed, but when the whole world went into lockdown, I began to understand. This had been God’s protection. What I didn’t know was that it signaled a completely new directi...