Send Me Away

by Joanne Miller


A woman reveals to her friend that her secret desire has always been to be a missionary.  She can only stay at home and take her mother for her chemo treatments, care for her brotherís 3 young children, and volunteer at church.  How she wishes she could make her life ďcount for GodĒ.  She never seems to realize all that God is doing through her right where she is.


Kim Ė middle aged lady
Nan Ė Kimís friend (any age)
3 children


(Scene opens with Kim & Nan having coffee.)

Kim: Did you hear about Allison & Chuck?

Nan: No, what?

Kim: Theyíre going to be missionaries to a little village in Kenya.

Nan: Really?  How did that come about?

Kim: They joined an organization called His Hands.  Chuck has always wanted to be a missionary.  When he was a little boy I remember he used to play ďmissionaryĒ.  He would pretend that he was in a thick jungle trying to witness to the people who, of course, responded enthusiastically.  He was always a big success!

Nan: (Laughing) Of course!  You must be so proud of your son!

Kim: Oh, I am and a little envious, too, I guess.

Nan: What do you mean?

Kim: That was always my dream, to be a missionary.

Nan: It was?

Kim: I used to dream of being used by God to really make a difference in peopleís lives, but then Harry & I met, fell in love, and that was that.

(Matt, Mary & Ellen come running in arguing and talking over the top of each other.)

Kim: Hold it, hold it!  What is going on?

Mary: Matt locked us in the playhouse!

Matt: Did not!

Ellen: Did too!

Matt: Did not.  You ďgirlsĒ (said sarcastically) just donít know how to open the door.

(They all start to argue again.)

Kim: Stop! Stop!  Leave the door open, all of you, and stop the arguing.

(They run off still arguing.)

Ellen: Arenít those your brotherís kids?

Kim: Oh, yeah.  Didnít I tell you?  My sister-in-law called last week and said she couldnít take care of them anymore.  You know my brother is still trying to ďfind himselfĒ, so he canít take care of them either.  That just leaves Harry & me.  It was that or a foster home, my sister-in-law said.

Ellen: How long do you have them?

Kim: Indefinitely.  Or at least until my brother ďfinds himselfĒ!

Ellen: Youíve got to be kidding.

Kim: I wish I were.  Really though, they are great kids.  What could I do?
(Telephone rings.)

Kim: Hello.  Oh hi, Mom.  No, I didnít forget.  Iíll be there Monday at 9:00 to pick you up for your chemo treatment.  No, the kids will be in school so thatís no problem.  I have Ellen here for coffee so Iíve gotta run; Iíll see you then.  Bye.

Ellen: Howís your mother doing with her treatments?

Kim: Very well actually.  The doctor says as long as she keeps taking the treatments thereís no problem, they can control the cancer.

Ellen: Great!

(Telephone rings again.)

Kim: Sorry, Ellen.  Hello.  Yes, hi Pastor.  Yes, I have a friend here for coffee.  No, I didnít forget.  I bought the material and the paints.  Iíll do it tonight and bring it over tomorrow if thatís OK.  Good.  Bye.

Ellen: Are you making something for church?

Kim: Iím supposed to be making a peace banner.  Itís going to be hung outside in front of the church.  Iím going to put a dove, a waterfall, and rainbow on it in very light, calm colors to depict the peace of God in our lives.

(Children rush through running and screaming at each other.)

Ellen: Are you doing it in this house?

Kim: You do have a point there!  Anyway, as I was saying earlier, Iíve always dreamed of being a missionary and being used of God to really make a difference in other peopleís lives.

Ellen: Well, at least your son and daughter-in-law are going to get to do it.

Kim: Iím really glad for them too.  Theyíre so excited.  Some days I find myself dreaming all over again of going like they are to do something for God, to really make my life count.  Do you know what I mean?

Ellen: Yeah, I do.  Kim, (With a little shiver) do you think Allison & Chuck will be living somewhere thatís wild and primitive?

(Children run through again arguing and pushing each other.)

Kim: Only if they stay here!

Lights Out
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