My mom grew up in a small town in MN. At a Missions emphasis in their church one Sunday, the children marched into the sanctuary carrying the flags of the nations. Mom carried in the flag from Afghanistan. From then on, she felt she would be a missionary - maybe to Afghanistan, since that was the flag she carried.
She went to St Paul Bible Institute and later to Nyack Missionary Institute in preparation for the mission field. Upon applying to a mission board, she was told she was too young and should get some experience first. Mom and another young lady went to Cable, WI to start a church in a little school house. (That church is still in existence today).
Not getting any results from that mission board, she applied to the China Inland Mission (founded by Hudson Taylor) and was accepted.
She was preparing to go to China when her mother had a bad stroke. Mom hurried to her bedside. Her mother took her hand and said, "Go to China anyhow!" Her mother went to be with the Lord, and soon after that, in 1933, my mom sailed for Szechwan, China.
What faith my mom must have had, to take that long journey alone, not knowing what she would face in a foreign country. She only knew that the Lord was with her and He would be her strength and guide.
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