I am a third-generation missionary. My grandmother rode yaks in Tibet. And my mother rode jeeps in Indonesia. Missions is in my blood, a heritage I wish to pass on to my three daughters. Women did as much, went as far, and died on the fields as often as their male missionary peers. They challenged harmful and ungodly customs, they starved to death along with nationals, they were raped, they buried children and husbands, they established female mission societies and traveled in evangelistic bands