Four-hour plane ride. Two-hour bus ride. Ocean. Mountains. Early mornings. Late nights. Dirt. Laughter. Crying. Brothers. Sisters. Spanish. Friends. Family. Soccer. Pictures. New foods. Hugs. VBS. Clothing relief. Food relief. Children. Singing. Games. Prayer. Sharing. Teaching. Worshiping. Love. Love. Love. LOVE. All of these words can describe the best two weeks of every year for the past six years, but the one that describes it best is that four letter word: LOVE. Love is such a powerful word and I don’t think that I knew the true meaning of it until I was shown six years when my life was forever changed.
I had been a Christian for about two years which was life changing in itself, but I had never imagined that a little place about 20,000 miles away from everything that I knew could make me feel so close to God. No one can truly understand how mission work can touch and change a person’s life until they experience it themselves. Pictures don’t do justice. Stories don’t come close to describing the experience. Videos cannot capture the love and passion found on those trips. I would encourage anyone and everyone to take any opportunity presented to them to do mission work. It is truly an incredible thing. I am going to be talking about a place special to my heart, but anyone can feel this way going anywhere as long as God’s good news and grace is being spread.
The City Of Children
Ensenada, Mexico