Coming Home and Missionary Grandbabies...
On August 19, one of our MK boys came "home" to Brazil after a long time away. He came with two beautiful babes and a wonderful young lady in hand, none of which we had met up close and personal. But you know, blood is thick and it was love at first sight!
Our time was short with only the two weeks of Dalton's vacation days from his job, but we made use of every single day to its fullest. We got to know the mommy of our grandbabies and the love of Dalton's life - Destinie. We learned all about Paw Patrol and baby food with Chase and Mariyah's help.
Every day was long as we tried to squeeze in lots of bonding and gobs of quality moments...
Was it worth the long flights and the costs of airfare? I think we each would say, Oh, Yes! And hopefully these little grandbabies of missionaries will have a little bit of Mama and Papa imprinted on their hearts when we show up for furlough later this year.
Being far from those we love is one of the great sacrifices of missionary service. Recently, many of our Brazilian friends have been asking when we are leaving. Leaving? Yeah, you're leaving soon to be with your grandchildren, aren't you?
Seems that's the trending thought of nationals and it's common practice for many missionaries - retire before it's too late to "enjoy" your grandchildren.
When I think of the great sacrifice that my parents made to visit their MK boys on the field time and again... when I consider the pain of good-byes at airports of my dear mother-in-law... who am I to not be willing to also make a choice to stay on the field to do the work to which I was called. Who am I? And of course, it's all because of who HE is, and not me. HE is the Great Lord, God Almighty who called Byron and I years ago to missionary service in Brazil.
What does the future hold for us? I'm not sure. We are at the end of our time in our current location. But I know I have a great example in the three grandparents my boys have and I plan to live up to that call - being present in every way I can for my grandbabies AND continuing to do that to which God has called me wherever that may be - near or far.
You're right.. it's a sacrifice that few can fathom. Some of the greatest joys and pains I have ever felt have been in airports. Seeing loved ones only every few years, being on the other side of the world during holidays, weddings, graduations, births, etc.. missing it all. It's hard. I feel your hurt and understand. So thankful for the precious time you had with your family.. I know what a treasure that truly is! Love, Christie Basto
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