When the Thrill of a Mission Trip Goes Away…
It’s been nearly three weeks since our group left Nashville.
The high has surely worn away, and reality has settled into it’s
normal spot in our lives. But what lives is something that none of us
expected to receive.
I, for one, walked into the church that
first Sunday evening completely naive to idea of “mission work”. I
assumed we’d feed a few homeless people, pick up some trash on the
street, maybe pray a little bit and then be on our way. But what
followed our arrival would certainly leave a huge impact on my life.
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