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Grace's Corner of the World: Why I Don't Write About MK Life

For those of you who don’t know, I am an MK (missionary kid). People tend to enjoy reading my posts about my life as a missionary, and are confused when I don’t write about that. After all – I’m a missionary! Why shouldn’t I write about my thrilling life living in a tropical climate spreading the word of Jesus? There’s only one answer for that, really:
It’s not thrilling.
Okay, this is true...
Believe it or not, my life is no more exciting than yours. I spend my days doing school and trying not to die of the heat. Don’t believe me? I’ll give you a quick run-down of my day today.
1.     Manage to get out of my bed and go downstairs; hopefully pretend to be awake enough to eat breakfast
2.     Eat cereal and do devotions with family
3.     Do some school
4.     Take a nap
5.     Do more school
6.     Eat lunch
7.     More school
8.     Hide in my room some
Wasn’t that just exciting? The thrilling life of an MK, right? Honestly, I’m here because God told me to come and support Dad as he spreads God’s word. I’m not doing any “missionarying,” I’m hanging out with my siblings and being silly and supporting my Dad and Mom as they go out and be awesome. But, the truth of the matter is that even they don’t go out yelling about Jesus 24/7 – that’s not how it works. 
Dad’s job is just like anyone else’s in the States. He goes to teach on his work days. When it isn’t a work day, he stays at home and prepares lessons for work days, hangs out with family, goes to church, and, occasionally, goes to meetings and events of some sort. 

The only differences between my life and yours are that I live in another country, and you have my family’s picture on your refrigerator.





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