This is a letter I wrote a few months back to a missionary friend.
Dear A-
When you said before that you’re afraid, I understood it. You’re afraid that you will be forgotten. That even though those you love will continue to love you, there won’t be a place for you in their lives, that you will be passively missed instead of actively, and that as time goes by, you will be missed less and less. That as they go on in their busy, little western lives, the flow of that will pass you by and your life, half a world away, will diverge more and more from theirs. It’s not quite so much their affection you doubt as your importance to them, and their need of you. And their memory. Their knowledge of you as you are now and as you will become and not the A they knew a year, two years, several years ago.
It’s being known that makes us feel alive. That is why the Westminster Catechism says that the purpose of life is to know God and glorify Him forever. Because we reflect our creator in that our deepest impulse is to be known and loved. Most people aren’t given a terminology or frame of reference to understand it in those terms so they look for acknowledgement, appreciation, deference, sex, subservience from other people – all the little spidery branches of love rather than love itself. We can bear anything – be alone for long periods of time – as long as we know that somewhere in the world is someone – preferably several people – who know us completely and hold that knowledge as a living and present thing. You don’t need your friends or even family with you. You know that. You just need to know that you are remembered by them. And you are, and always will be, even if only by a handful – frankly, there might be only one, at most two, outside your family who will really hold onto you. That is missionary life and human nature, and that’s okay. That’s reality.
You will be sustained. I could write a whole letter just about this topic. How you will be sustained all the days of your life. How the ways you will be sustained will change and shift all the time in response to who you are, to your needs and your circumstance. How God’s unutterable, strange grace always manifests itself. When it rains for days, weeks, months, and you can barely stand it because the weather is a constant itch at the back of your mind and you miss California sun. When you fall terribly, utterly sick and every mental and physical defense is overcome and you wonder why God would afflict his own servant so much. When you pour out over and over heart and soul into a community or congregation and they are hard and cold or deceitful and unfaithful. These three are common.