Sometimes, it seems like the entire Christian world is all about missions. Uganda. Haiti. Mexico. Romania. Talking about missions. Funding missions. Sending their kids on missions. Going on missions themselves. And I start to feel like...less. Less of a Christian, because I haven't been on a mission. Can't afford a mission, haven't sent my kids on missions. I get jealous of the whole idea. A trip to another country, to help people who NEED me. People who need JESUS. And I could be His hands and feet, and help them.
But I know, this IS my mission field. THIS is where God has placed me, where He has called me. I am to be His hands and feet here, to children. My children (where I fail daily, as I'm sure Jesus never shrieked at someone to "STOP HUMMING OR I'LL TIE YOUR LIPS IN A KNOT"), and to other children around us.
And right now, I KNOW that I am where He wants me. We live in a neighborhood full of children, some of whom seem to REALLY need someone to love on them. And to bake cookies for them. Have snacks after school for them. Hand out lollipops to them. Have a basket of crayons, and a stack of paper on the table for them. And when I see my daughter, out on the lawn fixing bikes for the little guy next door, or another of the kids asking if he can share his toys...I know that this mission field is more for us, than them.