You'll never guess who our intern is!  I'll give you hints. Her relative is:

Fleming.  Pete Fleming. 

Don't know him?

Think Ecuador.

Now?

Ecuador in the 1950s. He and 4 other good friends.  

They didn't come home alive. 5 missionaries were killed by the Huaorani people.

His granddaughter is our intern for the next 6 months!! I hosted her at my house last weekend since her host in the city was giving birth.  We talked about sociology, love, college, road trips, Cambodian culture, callings, and God.  We stayed up late in our hammocks with a pizza and popcorn. We rode around on Molly-Moto to see rice fields and ferry crossings, buy sugarcane juice, and chat with neighbors. We shared about our experiences with missions - good and bad - and family influences.

She never once named names or bragged when she told of going with a large group for a reunion in Ecuador when she was 10, returning once to see friends, or later skyping with people who had to take dugout canoes to a city 3 hours away to get internet.

It took me 3 days to put the pieces together.

She said sometimes she hates the affiliation because then she's no longer just her, she's the story. 

I get that.  On a much smaller scale, I'd give anything if on furlough I wasn't Lori that works in Cambodia, but just Lori.