Becoming real

I think I fantasize too much about mission work. When we first got married, sometimes I felt as if I had sacrificed my first calling of becoming a missionary for marriage.


I asked my mil’s helper what food she misses most from her country. I promised to bring her out for a meal the week that everyone’s away.

When the time came, I was eager to fulfil my promise. Travelling to the designation was not a problem. It was when we were selecting the cafeteria that I almost chickened out. In my mind, I was toying with the idea of asking her to pack what she like so that we could go elsewhere to eat food that I am more used to. What a terrible host! I was lucky that there were two dishes at an eating place that were appealing to my taste buds.

My five year old enjoyed the meat on the stick and the dessert. I was glad my mother came along ‘cos I felt safe with her around. It was truly an experience of stepping out of my comfort zone: how can I fantasize so much about mission work when I am not even adventurous about putting a morsel of foreign food into my mouth? jeanne anne hsi


mil: mother-in-law