I was 14 years old on my first mission trip to a little village in Mexico. I went with a group of friends and we sang "Alabare` a mi Senior"- and although we did not know what we were saying, we knew that we were praising the Lord. We walked to buy sodas from the local shop, we sat in the dirt and laughed, we sweat a lot as we ran around with a pack of neighbors and my heart was set on fire for missions.
Now, my girlie, my sweet 7 year old, Lulu love, has experienced her first missions trip. She too, has sung songs with words she did not understand, has held the little brown hands of precious Dominican children and has worked up a sweat, all while laughing in the beautiful sunlight. She has met new "brothers" and "sisters" who live different, but smile the same. She has been part of a team, where late night stories are shared as we drift off to sleep. She has experienced how another part of the world lives and we have both just begun to unpack the myriad of things that we both learned on our trip.
So, over the next few days I will attempt to put into words the scribblings from my Bible and my journal and my heart, I will try and convey the beauty of new friendships formed across the ocean and without a common language. But, until then, here is a peek into our week:
https://player.vimeo.com/video/143256321