Hey friends! I snagged a few minutes of good internet time so I thought I would share with you all some thoughts from Monday at the Medical Clinic where I got to work in the pharmacy. (Btw, there are many reasons why I shouldn’t be trusted to hand out drugs, namely because I don’t know the difference between Tylenol and Ibuprofen! But fortunately there were many more qualified individuals checking my work. Seriously, I came here to help people, not kill them!)
This mission trip has been a bit sentimental for me because my very first mission trip 19 years ago was to Honduras. I fell in love with this country then and it only took a step on Honduran soil for me to rekindle that feeling. This is an absolutely beautiful country. I truly think it is the most beautiful country that I’ve been privileged to visit.
I’ve taken many missions trips all over the world since my first trip at the age of 16 and yet every time I do this I am immediately wrecked by my selfish, obnoxious, American self. I just have so much trouble reconciling the extremes between my lifestyle and the reality of every day life for people here. I wish I could say that I’m broken and humbled but today I spent my day trying to avoid a little girl who had some kind of skin rash. This little girl wanted to play and she wanted to be loved and hugged repeatedly. But my ugly heart couldn’t love her for fear of acquiring whatever disease she was plagued with – a disease of inconvenience for me but a disease she doesn’t have the means to cure.
I love missions trips and I hate them for this reason. I can’t avoid my prideful, petty heart that cares more about myself than showing love to others. Trips like this force me to face that. I can’t control the not-so-pretty stuff out. I have to come face to face with it.
As much as we’re here trying to help, I feel like every time God uses these trips to expose more of the work He has to do in me. I may be trying to improve the lifestyle of the Hondurans, but God uses these trips to improve the character of my me.
What has been your most memorable mission trip experience?