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clumsily, to navigate all that in their relationship and in our family relationships. I did notice something changed about them, although I can’t say exactly what, after they came back from a trip to Toronto. It was clearly a good thing, but suddenly my mom became a sought-after speaker and began traveling more. It was a struggle sometimes, and one we’ve had to process through together.
    I actually didn’t fully realize the busyness was too extreme until years later when friends started helping me process it, and my mom started telling me they had made some mistakes with their time and she needed to ask for forgiveness. It was a revelation that, shockingly enough, I actually did need healing to break off some of the insecurities that stemmed from that time.
    I don’t believe spending too much time apart from family is at all a necessary side effect of missions, or even that in the name of sacrificing for the poor you should think that it’s normal. I don’t even think it has to be normal to feel stressed by a stressful environment or demanding situations. It’s possible and clearly preferable to feel balanced and at rest in God in the midst of a storm. I think I have amazing parents who simply didn’t have certain relational skill sets until later in life, including setting up healthy boundaries and slowing down to work through painful moments instead of trying to maintain normalcy through busyness.
    Most families I know need healing in certain areas from generational and personal struggles. In our case I think those were magnified and intensified sometimes by the high-expectation environment that we were in all the time. I love my parents, I’m grateful for them, and I’m grateful we have the continued opportunity to grow into healthier, more relationally connected people. It’s been an ongoing healing journey for all of us, I think, and a chance to celebrate the redemption of God.
    I feel the need to point out we did have typical family dinners and movie nights that often involved my dad powering up a generator, because electricity was so sporadic. For fun, besides South African getaways, we loved Kruger Park, tennis, and beach days to name a few. My mother is among the most loving and generous individuals on the planet. She is generous in every way, both in resources and in the way she constantly gives of herself and shares her heart with the world and with the individual. She’s admitted to using busyness in work and ministry as an excuse to run away sometimes, and now encourages us to embrace healing and become the healthiest versions of ourselves.
    My father is a wise man who could have taught at universities or maintained a comfortable job, but with my mom has pursued the living gospel around the world. He’s actually rather quiet and understated, enjoying long conversations over a table with family or close friends, dialoging an issue for the sake of engaging the mind and considering the other side. Sometimes it’s infuriating. Not unlike other men in the family, he can be a perfectionist and isn’t always verbally expressive, although he has let me know I’m perfect—an obvious lie. As you can imagine, the Holy Spirit and a near-death experience have had a huge impact on his life and made him a freer person. I have no doubt he’d do anything for us. He’s never held money tightly, and when he hears Mom’s given away something outrageous, he pretends to act surprised for a second and then joins in for the faith ride of continued provision.
    Maybe if I had grown up in the west and grown up again in Mozambique more difficult things would come to mind. But Africa is all I knew and I loved it. I mean, aside from a few too many spiders, scorpions, centipedes, and even snakes. Specifically, it’s when these heinous things made it into my room that it became too personal. An eight-inch spider with red legs on your wall is just slightly traumatizing. Although I did drama and sports in school, I didn’t