Of furniture and frustration

BECOMING A MISSIONARY
June 2017

Editor’s note: Joel Barkman grew up as a missionary kid. Kara had never considered missions. After they married, they felt God calling them to reach Spaniards through art and music. They signed on with SEND, raised support , went through training — and now they’re gone. But they’re taking us with them. Throughout their initial year on the field, Joel and Kara will share here about their experiences as first-term missionaries in Spain. Click here to read about how they felt before they said goodbye , here for their first dispatch from Spain , here for Kara’s mixed feelings about living far from home , here for why they appreciate serving on a multicultural team , and here for what happened when the Slump hit.

By Joel Barkman in Span — Well, it happened. Everyone said it would happen, but I thought (hoped) it wouldn’t hit me like it did. I’m a missionary kid, after all, and I’m supposed to be more flexible and easy-going than others. I think my pride in that identity made it that much harder when that point — being totally frustrated and feeling helpless in this new culture — finally did hit me.

It wasn’t a big deal, really — it was the buildup of small events leading up to the moment when I felt entirely overwhelmed.

Back in March, we bought (and paid for) some furniture at a store near our new home. Our couch was delivered within two days, and we were told that our living room chair and headboard were two weeks and five weeks out, respectively.

When we called in two weeks for our chair, they told us another month. A month came and went. Our headboard arrived, but still no chair.

Just about every time we wanted to ask about our furniture, we needed someone to help us, as we were not yet advanced enough in Spanish. One month turned into two, and finally in May when we went to check on our chair (by ourselves this time), they told us one more week. We were getting excited to wrap up this whole chair-procurement process, but disappointment hit again. When we checked a week later, they told us to come back in July!

Up to this point, I felt like I was able to keep my calm, as we had co-workers who had to wait up to several months to get their orders from this same store. In our broken Spanish, we explained as best as we could that we wanted our money back. The lady helping us looked over our receipts, looked kind of confused, then handed us some cash, rambling on about something. Eager to get out of there, I just said, “Vale, vale,” (“Okay, okay”) and we headed out to the car.

That’s when Kara asked, “How much did she give you back?”

In my rush, I hadn’t even counted the money, and I had signed off on the return after receiving only half of what we had paid!

Now the situation was even more complicated. We called our “big sib” — a fellow global worker who had helped us with our initial shopping, but he was too busy at the moment to come help us out. He suggested we head right back into the store and make it right, but that was the last thing I felt like doing at that moment. I was afraid they would just say, “Why did you sign it if it wasn’t the right amount?”

Thanks to Kara, who was feeling less fed up with the whole thing than I was, we went back in and explained the situation (again, in very broken Spanish) as best as we could.

It ended up not being a big deal, and we got the rest of our money back without any hassle. But the whole situation had me exhausted; I honestly haven’t felt that overwhelmed in a very long time. And I couldn’t figure out why.

Looking back now, I think I had very high expectations of myself. I didn’t want to feel overwhelmed or helpless; my pride wanted to prove that I was up for anything. I wanted to be strong, but God quickly reminded me how dependent on him I am.

Thankfully, Kara had more grace and patience with me than I was having toward myself, and was a great encouragement to me. I am so grateful for Kara’s help and companionship, and continue to grow in awareness of my own pride and helplessness, and how God alone can sustain me, whether I realize it or not!



The path to missions can feel overwhelming! Our experienced mission coaches will walk alongside you every step of the way.

• Subscribe to Explore , our free monthly newsletter full of inspiration, ideas, and encouragement for people interested in discovering their role in cross-cultural missions .

Additional Posts

By Diaspora North America February 10, 2025
Have you ever had your plans unexpectedly rearranged? That’s exactly what happened during my visit to a refugee family.
By Emily Westcott January 30, 2025
Intentional planning, preparation, education, and rest are all essential components of effective mission work. This is especially true for missionaries working overseas.
By Diaspora North America January 10, 2025
The weight of shame for Muslims is all-encompassing, overwhelming, and so painful. It causes them to avoid seeking help at all costs.
Show More
Share by: