I am a Missionary Kid to Germany. I am fifteen, a middle kid of five, and I enjoy reading, doing school and chatting with friends and family. My life as a missionary kid is pretty normal. I really only do school and help out at the church. I feel like my MK life might be a bit different than others. I always hear other MKs talking about the “transition,” but for me, I never had to go through that. My family moved to the field when I was a year and a half. But I went through something that I’ve never heard other kids talk about. I guess it’s called Realization.

This is the story of when I realized I was a Missionary Kid, that I was a little different than kids in the States and how it impacted my life. Now, of course, I’ve always known I was an MK, but I guess it never hit me and I never saw it as anything special. But two years ago, when we were home on furlough after being in Germany for two years, my life changed.

I was thrilled to see my best friends again after two years! What an exciting moment when I saw them! They were excited to see me, but only for a while. At a church picnic and during the week of camp, I felt like they ignored me. Ok, don’t get me wrong. My friends weren’t being mean to me. They just didn’t realize how I felt.

I did make a new friend who asked me questions, but was shocked when he was interested in the answers I had. Another girl from my church also wanted to be a missionary and she just thought I was the coolest thing when I started talking about being one.

Now, you should know that two years ago, I didn’t really like being a missionary. I was lonely, nothing really happened on the field. I thought life in America was better, more exciting, and I would have more friends. I just needed to figure out how to click with some people and we’d be good. When I realized during that week of camp that people thought I was different, that scared me. I got a little angry with my life. But then I saw how passionate these two new friends were about being missionaries, it hit me.  I realized that even though God didn’t really call me to be a missionary like maybe He had with my new friends, He still wanted me there for a reason.

Even though I’m lonely at times, He wants me to realize that all I need is Him!  I guess I needed to go through seeing how my friends treated me to see how I was treating God. I was only acknowledging God when I needed Him. But I needed to realize I always need Him! That experience at camp and the time since then has helped me grow more in Christ and love Him more.

Kyndall Clark, MK to Germany