Missions Diary Day 1 June 10, 2013 I think this mission’s diary really should start somewhere around 1969…when I saw and heard my first “live” missionary speak. I was in sixth grade, living in Cross City, Florida. I don’t remember a lot about that day but I do remember that as the missionary shared her story of her work in Africa that I felt my heart race. I remember telling my parents that evening, “I’d like to be a missionary someday. But I don’t want to go to Africa. That would be too scary.” It should include the summer of 1979 that was spent “on the mission field” of eastern Washington and Oregon as a summer missionary with the SBC. It should include the summer of 1981 spent “on the mission field” of Long Island, New York. It was the best and worst summer of my life…best because I learned to trust G...