Kevin T. Bauder The missionary was well stricken in years and ready to see her Lord. She didn’t regret the decades that she and her husband had spent pushing into the jungle to bring the gospel to unreached peoples. She didn’t resent the bouts of disease or the other hardships they had endured navigating the rivers. Still, she had one sorrow: “I can’t remember where we buried my babies.” She had held them, one after another, there in the bush…