Tonight probably has been the hardest night of being home. At church, our service was about going out and ministering and not just having a population of just one in our lives but expanding it to more than one. We played the song "Population One" by Matthew West, and I just lost it.
I miss the mission trip. I miss the kids, I miss the excitement of waking up and realizing that I get to go out and do something incredible for God. I got to show Jesus to the kids I came in contact with. I miss the laughing of the children, and the giggles. I miss the chalk being all over me after drawing on the ground. I miss the dirt between my toes because of the playground. I miss the 2 year old class when they made the biggest mess, or the dirtiest diaper. I miss seeing smiles over candy, or a coloring page or a craft. I miss the peace when I would walk onto Kanchee Park. I miss the hugs and incredible greetings that you can ever imagine. I miss the little girls coming up and grabbing your hand to take you to the swing. I miss the girls making headbands out of dandelions. I miss the closeness to creation that we were. I miss the closeness of the people I was with. I miss the carefree of how the kids didn't care what we were wearing, they were just glad that we were there. ( I need to stop)
This mission trip was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. I got closer to God along with some of the students in my school. I am *SO* glad I got this opportunity. I pray that one day I get to go back and see "my kids" at both vacation bible schools and see what incredible things they are doing. I hope and pray that what happened this week will forever impact me, and change me more to doing what God wants me to do each and everyday. I pray that I am grateful for everything and take nothing for granted.
