Have you ever thought about what missionary kids go through? How one day they are “normal” kids and then suddenly they move to a country where they do not know the language? My family and I moved to Portugal in 2008 as missionaries to share the Gospel to the unbelievers. At first I was happy and was still getting over the shock of living in a new country. Then as we started to get into a normal routine and become more comfortable with our surroundings I started to feel very angry. Looking back now I can say that I was mad at God for telling us to move to an unknown place. I wanted to be back home where I knew people and I knew I was comfortable. It took me a few years to realize that God was using me to do amazing things. The years that I spent
