Dominican Republic 2010

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. 

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