Tomorrow I will be heading out for my first ever mission trip. Fifteen people (including myself) from my church will fly into Managua, Nicaragua for nine days of service to God and our fellow men.
This is something I have prayed about, and something I've wanted to do for years, I just never had the courage to sign up. Early this year I went to one interest meeting and I had this strange feeling that this is something I needed to do. I kept getting a feeling of encouragement whenever I considered possibly joining the team.
I had every reason not to, but no matter what excuse my mind tried to rationalize, it worked itself out. For instance, I figured my boss would not let me take off that much time for the trip, but she assured me it would be fine. Also, I worried about the financial cost, but the money was never a problem, and I still had enough to pay my bills. Lastly, I even wondered if I would miss my sister's baby shower, but she moved the date to the following weekend. Everything falling into place is a clear answer that if God wants something to happen, it's going to happen.
I have everything packed. All that's left is for me to board the plane. I've done what I can to make myself mentally prepared (mostly prayer, daily time in God's Word, and listening to calming music). I'm not even nervous right now. It's weird that I can feel my friends' prayers, perhaps what's easing any possible forming worries. I've done everything I can, and now it's time to just rely on the Lord, and let Him have the reigns.
Everyone from my church who has been on this annual mission trip has said it's a life changing experience, and was worth every sacrifice. I have yet to meet one person who regretted the decision to go. Therefore I am excited to see what God will do through us and for us on this trip.
I will be back in about a week and a half. I appreciate any prayers and well wishes anyone wants to offer. When I return I will relay my experiences within the next blog.
Beverage: Water
Music: Supercell
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