If this mission trip has taught me anything it is to love everything I have. That's super stereotypical I know. But I don't mean materialist things. I mean the relationships I have. At the homes a lot of volunteers come for a couple weeks and then leave, but these kids take in all they can. They never were shy ever though they knew we would eventually leave. Every moment mattered. Every moment until the end. Tonight before we said goodbye we had worship with the kids. We sang Ever Be, Oceans, I Breathe You In God, Out of Hiding, and No Longer Slaves. In that moment the language barrier meant nothing. Our mistakes in the music meant nothing. We were worshiping God endlessly. The goodbyes after that were terrible. But I left knowing I was loved by them and that I loved them more than I've loved anyone before.
-Bri
Rising Junior