I didn’t know really know what this short trip to Honduras would entail. It has been so long since I have been here.
I don’t think I have ever prayed for something like I have for this country, this team, and this week.
I also don’t think I have ever been as overwhelmed as I was in the months leading up to this trip.
I have struggled for a long time with the idea of a “mission trip.” How can I expect to come to a country as the rich North American who loves on kids and builds relationships--- coming in like some kind of savior, then leaving seven days later? It just doesn’t feel right, more than that I feel like it is pretty counterproductive.