Over the next few days, though, I realized something. I couldn’t get the idea of this trip out of my head. While researching potential short-term mission trips for the middle school youth group that we lead, I had encountered numerous opportunities for world travel and adventure. I would always read the project descriptions associated with some exotic locale, and imagine how amazing it would be to serve God in that way, somewhere between Africa and South America talking to natives about how much God loves them. But I had always closed the booklet and walked away, knowing that that particular trip wasn’t for me.
It was different this time, though. I simply could not stop thinking about this World Race. I imagined driving through the hills of Guatemala, sipping coffee with new friends in Albania, and ministering to orphaned children in India. Packing up our house, finding a place for our beloved shih tzu Billy to stay, training replacements to lead the youth group while we were gone… I pondered what one would do if leaving home for a year.
To be continued…
