mission trip

[serialposts]It was my first mission trip, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.

Many of my friends ribbed me before I left saying this trip was just a “glorified vacation.” I wasn’t really sure how to respond.

Arriving in Guatemala, I can tell you that my trip was anything but a glorified vacation. We served continually that week. By week’s end I didn’t think I had one ounce left me that could be poured out.

As I returned from Guatemala I knew I was changed. And I wasn’t ready or prepared for the restless nights and the faces that wouldn’t leave my mind.

Her precious face.

She was so young and full of smiles. I wondered how that could be when everything around her was trash. The Guatemala City Dump to be exact. The stench. The mess. The site that literally took my breath away was her home.

And the Potter’s House.

In the middle of what seemed like hopelessness in the dump, there was a ray of sunshine. This small school where I saw her precious face. A school that feeds nutritious meals, educates, and speaks of Jesus. No wonder she could smile.

But my mind continually wondered . . .

How was her day at school? Did she return to a loving family?

Where is she sleeping tonight? Is she warm?

Did her mom find enough work there in the Dump Community to sustain them for another day?

When will I get to go back?

My life had changed and what was I to do.

I soon realized I couldn’t sit idle. Maybe that’s where my friends began considering mission trips as “glorified vacations,” when people return and live the same life as usual.

But my mind wouldn’t let me. I knew I had to step out in faith and do something. I began asking others to sponsor children from the Potter’s House. I asked people to buy lunches for the children there. Children were getting sponsored and fed, but the faces still haunted me as I tossed in bed.

Fearfully I made phone calls and talked to missions. I felt as if I was going to burst if I didn’t bring awareness to those children living in the dump. I had to tell. I had to invite others to get involved. I had to do something.

Finally a plan emerged. Another trip was booked. A trip to take 20 more people back to Guatemala to let them serve the children at the Dump Community. A trip that I hope will change more lives. A trip I pray will get more children sponsored. A trip I’m excited to lead.

If you’ve ever been on a mission trip and your life didn’t change radically, I’d invite you to come with me back to Guatemala in October and be changed.

When you are changed, you can help change other’s lives. [click to tweet]

Have you struggled with what to do now that you are home from your mission trip?

Let’s step out and be brave together, because we can be world changers that change others!

i’m home. now what?

by Alene Snodgrass time to read: 3 min