I grew up going to a little Congregational Church. The daughter of my childhood pastor knew at an early age that she wanted to be a missionary and planned accordingly- including choosing the flute for her instrument at the age of 10 because it could be easily packed for travel. She and her flute were destined for many missions in Eastern Europe, from being in Poland when the people declare independence to living in Moscow for a few years during the open times, to running a youth program and bible camp out of Yerevan, Armenia. She had many stories of smuggling bibles into iron curtain countries.