Bryan and Melissa Abbott Using Aviation to Make HIM known in Indonesia 
Little Puput - her name means Princess
My life as a missionary mom is much like any mother. I still have to change diapers, wake up with crying kids in the middle of the night, enjoy playing in the sandbox with my little boy and get excited about every new food Kayla eats. The only difference is that I am watched not just by my kids, but by everyone, wherever we go. We are orang Barat — white skinned people — and that makes us stand out.
The little faces that peer in the window as I read books with Andrew, hands that rest up on the counter waiting to try a tortilla or the Western man’s bread, constant stares as we shop at the market or drive down the street and frequent interruptions with calls for ”Misus” at our gate remind me that people are always watching. While this constant attention can sometimes be overwhelming, making us just want to lock our doors and close our curtains (wait, we still don’t have any), it is a daily reminder that we [CHRISTIANS] are the salt of earth, the light of the world and the chosen to reflect the glory of the Lord (2 Corinthian 3:18). A high calling and one in which I know I often fall short. I overreact with my kids, get annoyed by the neighbor kids, turn a cold shoulder to those in the market because I am tired of them trying to pinch my child’s cheek, etc… Yet my prayer is that when Indonesians or my children question me about “My God,” they will see more than just a religious façade but the image of Christ which He stamped on me back at Creation. May my life be worthy of emulation!
