Nate's letter touched my heart. As a six-year old, he has an amazing grasp of what it means to be a missionary, and I wanted to share his thoughts with you here (complete with his very own misspellings.... just remember he is only six!)
Above: Front side of Nate's letter
Dear Miss Wieler
to: Miss Wieler
We are missonarys to the Ukrane. Uk-ra-ne. Well as we were saying, the Ukraine is a contry faraway where the king, well the President said, in Russa - no more Bibls, go to my Church, and speak my language. we use to speak Ukranin our languige now russin. He was not our President but he took over our country. We use to be our own country, but he took over our country. Please pray for us as we help them get saved. Well, I have one more thing to say, when we pass out traks some pepol say I dont want one. And there is bere (beer) and they smoke. We work at a orfinige. Wher there Moms and Dads dont take care of them.
Thank you, Jesus, for allowing my children the privilege of being missionary children.