I remember well the excitement I felt when I first dashed off to be a missionary. I had found my calling, and I ran toward it with no Plan B. All of the events of the prior year had pointed me in that direction, and I was glad to follow where I knew God was leading me. I knew that I would be leaving home and family, and that there would be a lot of things and people I would miss. But I considered building the Kingdom to be worth all of those costs.
I still do. I can honestly say that I have no regrets about choosing the path that I did. But, to be candid, there were costs that I didn’t count. And they have impacted my life in ways that can be difficult to grapple with now.
Life After Missions 