I took off for my first mission trip just weeks before my eleventh birthday. My mom and I spent two weeks with the rest of the team in the summer of 2010.
The trip was unique in many ways - it was a high school youth group trip, and at at ten years old, that wasn't quite me. But, the team was left with a few extra spots, the dates worked, Mom could go, and that meant I could too. Consequently, I was one of the youngest in the group. Two other young children came as well, both with a parent.
The two weeks we spent in the Dominican were, in a word, peaceful. I never remember feeling sad, scared, worried, overly sick, concerned, or anything. Those days laid the foundation of a love and passion for missions. I knew without a doubt that God was with me. Looking back, I see Him whispering to my heart and showing me that He has a perfect, beautiful plan for me. He planted a seed deep in my heart, and even brought up the idea that "Maybe, just maybe, I will be a missionary." Looking back, it makes me smile. What a God I have.