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Our group made it back from Oaxaca to Portland last night after an amazing trip. If you’re interested, check out the Oaxaca blog I maintained while we were gone. It has all sorts of stories and pictures and really captures the spirit of the trip in much more detail than I would be able to right now. If you ask me “how was the trip?”, I’ll say it was amazing, but I’ll direct you to the blog. Almost like required reading before class or something.

While I was happy to be home and was looking forward to sleeping my comfy bed, I couldn’t help but feel sad to be home last night when I walked in the door. The house I walked into embarrassed me a little bit after what I had worked in and around all last week. We have so much compared to them. I talked with others last night and today who felt the exact same way. I felt that God was telling me to not get down on myself because of all this material stuff. It can be a curse to come home and feel awful because you literally went from rags to riches in the span of a few days. But I know Satan wants us to feel bad and be discouraged. I’m not going to let that happen. This trip was too good and too many victories were won to let anything get in the way of that truth. It was an amazing week.

Church today was so amazing. I was glad to be in church today after last night’s mixed feelings. Each song we sang and Randy’s sermon was a reminder of the good that happened this week. I was touched and overcome with emotion a few times… God is so good. Those of us in second service who were in Mexico had a tremendous prayer time at the altar. We prayed for ourselves in our transition back home, the families and pastor in Oaxaca City and our NR3 college group. What a privilege to be part of that team who was so touched and moved on this short trip. This wasn’t just a trip where a dozen or so kids did some work, had fun and flew home. We worked for Christ and we were blessed because of that! How awesome to be a part of. Today’s church service was a celebration of a tremendous week… likely the best of my life.

I hope to bottle up this feeling as much as possible. Unfortunately, the high of a mission trip wears off — it’s just a reality. But as I said on the trip blog, this trip can change our lives if we let it. I want this trip to change my life forever. That is my prayer. I pray that my life is changed from this day forward and that I live my life to serve Christ with all that I have.

-Lee

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