Maine-ly excited

I leave for my first mission trip tomorrow.

Winthrop, Maine

After years of begging and trying to stir the waters for mission among the youth of my own church, I finally took the leap to simply ask some friends at a neighboring church. They welcomed me in quite graciously, and after fundraising and waiting excitedly for months it's hard to believe that we're leaving tomorrow.

6:45

I'm sure I place more store in this than is necessary. Quite sure actually. Yet mission and service seem to light a fire under me that doesn't spring from many other places. Even in utter simplicity, my heart kind of falls over itself to sort food or pick up scraps at a construction site or run after sticky children.

I'd probably be quite content to be like the brother in a monastery who believed with all his heart that God had called him to wash dishes, and if that was his calling, he would give it his all.

I don't know what this trip will hold (I'm sure the beautiful scenery of Maine doesn't hurt too much either), but I look forward to getting to know and spend time with these youth from across the way and to getting to serve wherever I'm needed.

Hope is strong that I will come back with many ideas for doing this in my own church.

Grace & Peace!