Amy Medina

Is your passion for the glory of Jesus Christ stronger than anything else?  Do you believe in the depths of your soul that he is the greatest treasure of the universe, and that heaven and hell are real? You may envision the glory of adventure, you might be full of noble good works, and maybe […]


Missions Means Choosing the Desert

by Amy Medina on December 1, 2017

Earlier this year, I went through a season of insomnia.  A chaotic furlough, a new job, and lots of life change brought on anxiety, which bred sleeplessness, which bred more anxiety, until I was a mess. I lay awake many nights and begged God, “You know I need to sleep.  You know I can’t function […]


Dear New Missionary

by Amy Medina on August 1, 2017

Dear New Missionary, I spent last week with about 40 of you, helping with your training. I saw the fire in your eyes and the urgency in your prayers but heard the waver in your voice.  I saw myself in you, 16 years ago, when it was I who sat in your chair with the […]


When Missionaries Think They Know Everything

by Amy Medina on July 4, 2017

A few years ago, a video started making its way around my Facebook feed–shared by lots foreigners who live in my part of Africa.  The video showed two African men shoveling sand.  There was a very large pile of sand to their left.  The two men were shoveling the sand into a wheelbarrow, filling it […]


I can still remember the random thoughts that shot through my head during my first couple of weeks as an adult long-term missionary.  Wait, what?  There’s nothing planned for us today?  So what are we supposed to do?  Hey, when is someone going to take us souvenir shopping?  I was really looking forward to that!  […]


Visiting Home Might Not Be Everything You Dreamed

by Amy Medina on April 30, 2017

When I’m overseas, I dream about Target.  Everything I need, all in one place, at reasonable prices!  So when our furlough started a month ago, I visited Target the day after I arrived. We’ve been missionaries for 13 years, so I should know better by now.  Target’s awesomeness can be a little too much to […]


In Defense of Second-Class Missionaries

by Amy Medina on April 4, 2017

Imagine what it would look like if western churches hired their staff with the same priorities that they choose overseas missionaries to financially support. First of all, a Children’s Pastor would definitely be out.  Not strategic enough; he’s only supporting the children of believers.  Youth Pastor?  Also out, unless he targets neighborhood kids. How about a Music Pastor? […]


Normally a Part 2 comes just a few days after a Part 1. So, if you have forgotten about Part 1, no problem. In brief, last month I shared a letter Janice wrote to me in which she is getting married and her roommate isn’t. “My roommate really desires to be married. She is mid-30s, and has […]

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Please Ask Me the Non-Spiritual Questions

by Amy Medina on March 2, 2017

When we’re on furlough and giving presentations about our ministry as missionaries, we always end with, “Does anyone have any questions?” A hand goes up.  And the question is inevitable. “How can we pray for you?”  Every. Single. Time. Sometimes someone will ask to know more about our ministry.  Or a person we are investing […]


Dear Supporter, I wrote you a newsletter today.  I told you about the success in our ministry, about the lives being touched and the happy stories.  Everyone was smiling in all the pictures.  But there is so much more I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you that lots of times […]


Missionaries are experts in high expectations.  I mean, who else has a job like this?  Most of us went through a stringent interview process just to get here.  Pages of applications, hours of interviews, weeks of training, our references were asked for more references.  We are held up as examples of godliness.  We have high […]


Don’t Ask Me About My Christmas Traditions

by Amy Medina on December 1, 2016

My first Christmas on African soil was when I had just turned six years old.  We had arrived in Liberia only three weeks earlier, and my mom was in the throes of major culture shock.  My parents had shipped over a few presents, but nothing else for Christmas.  My mom managed to find a two-foot […]