God is a God of surprises, and that is one of the truest statements you will hear.
You can have everything planned down to a T, and something will happen out of the blue that absolutely changes everything.
I think with the utmost certainty that what God has called me to do is to serve and do missions; I’m sure that is obvious to anyone who has followed this blog for any amount of time at all.
The thing is, I can plot, plan, blog and tell everyone that I am going to do missions for the rest of my life, but the fact of the matter is that I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, much less anytime after that.
I am not trying to discourage anyone away from the mission field, quite the opposite actually.
My hope for this blog is for each person who stumbles across it to think about keeping his or her options open. Be vulnerable to the places that God might take you.
If there is anything that I have learned throughout this freshman year of college, it is that the things that God has planned for us are so much larger, so much better and so much cooler than anything we could ever pick out ourselves.
Feel this idea out. Maybe you will start to see it the way I do, too.
Also, if you feel even the slightest inkling to serve somewhere, do it.
It could be just what you need to change your life.
We may not know where we are headed, but rest assured that we are held in the hand of a God who knows what He is doing.
Mexico has my heart.
I am struggling to find a way to put into words what a blessing this trip was for me without selling it short. I simply don’t think there is a way for me to convey what an effect it had on me and is still having on me back in the states, but I will begin by telling you a bit of what I did down there.
First, check out this view.
That was one of the first things that amazed me about Mexico. It is absolutely stunning.
The thing about it, however, was that there were these beautiful hills and ocean views surrounded by utter poverty.
One day that we were there, we got to go out into the city and see where some of the children in the orphanage had come from. We brought food to give them and prayed over them when we got to their houses.
It was such an eye-opening experience because though they had literally nothing to their names; they were so joyful and thankful. I could not help but question why we let such small things have an effect on us and how we could take so many things for granted. My team and I all had to kind of sit down and reevaluate after seeing the things we did in the city.
The best part though, was the kids.
My heart still hurts to think about them, especially the way they loved us with a huge, open love that we didn’t deserve.
I got to learn about the places that some of them came from, places that I could not fathom, and I quickly realized that I might not have been having as big of an effect on them as they were on me.
Whether it was having them paint my nails four different colors on one hand, drawing each other with chalk on the sidewalk, or them beating me at every single card game we played, I was able to see through their eyes how simply real joy could be found.
It was most definitely one of the saddest moments when I had to tell all of them goodbye.
But this realization that the ones we serve can change us more than we change them brings everything that I believe about mission trips full-circle.
I am not sure if we would be able to learn the things at home that I learned on this trip. It is a chance for us to not only serve and do what Jesus has called us to do, but also it is a huge chance for us to grow in our faith as well.
That is something that cannot be traded in.
The City of Children trip was hands-down one of the best weeks of my life, and I could not have picked a better way to spend my spring break. Did you serve somewhere this spring break too? Tell me about it below.