Living in southern California, I never thought I’d speak French again until one Sunday morning when our church pews were especially crowded and I found myself dusting off my second language like an old pair of boots.
My parents moved our family from California to France for full time mission work when I was seven. After language school, they partnered with local pastors and churches to grow disciples and breathe new life into dying congregations. Over the next dozen years, I saw with my own eyes what God could do when willing people used their gifts for his glory.
It was only natural that years later, once I had moved back to the States and finished college, I would feel the itch to serve God in big and mighty ways…
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