Mexico

Por: Abigail | |

Total hours of travel logged: 61
Total number of people saved: >25
Discovering there are differences in the comfort level of concrete floors: priceless.

This trip to Mexico was probably the best first international missions trip I could have asked for. We visited remote mountain villages where there is no running water, survived bus rides that make Space Mountain look like the play toy at Burger King, and discovered things about each other that you only discover on a mission trip where you share a single toilet with 29 other individuals.

It's strange and sobering knowing that all of the people I met are still living their lives in the world I just visited. Seeing the Kingdom of God advance in such tangible, visible ways in those villages gave me a respect for God's ability to move despite any lingual or cultural barrier.

How much more could God move in and through me in my own culture if I'd only make myself available? That's really the thing about missions trips: you wait around all day just to be used by God (especially in Mexico). Availability is really the key to being used in the media world, the sports world, the music scene, the church world, the high school dropout world, and any other subculture God would call a person to.

So "here am I" - I'm going to try to bring a little of Mexico back by doing more waiting around for God to use me, wherever I am. No amount of busy activity, no matter how productive it seems, fulfills like being used as an instrument in the hands of God.