I’ve never had the opportunity to be on a mission trip before—not until a few weeks ago, and it’s a bit of a wild story leading up to that.
It’s also one that I entirely cannot take credit for. As most of you know, I’m a student at Regent University, a Christian school in Virginia Beach, VA. Well, every spring break for the past several years, our campus ministries has organized a mission trip to a city within the United States where, instead of going to the beach for vacation or something, students are able to go and minister to communities and cities on their free few days. I’ve always heard amazing things about the trips, but, even though I prayed about it a lot, I didn’t feel like God was calling me to go on last year’s trip. So, with the start of last semester when campus ministries announced the new upcoming mission trip to New York City, I was, again, praying and asking God if it was time for me to pursue this opportunity. And, I kept praying. And praying. I honestly had no idea whether or not I was supposed to apply for the missions trip. God hadn’t closed the door and told me no, but He hadn’t given me a clear go-ahead yet, either. The deadline approaches, but, knowing how God has worked in my life in the past, I knew that if I was supposed to do it He would provide guidance—otherwise, I would rest in knowing it wasn’t time yet. Soon the deadline was the coming day. I still hadn’t applied—still didn’t have any indication from God. Something happened, though, that I entirely did not expect. A good friend, out of the blue, texts me, and says they think I need to apply for the mission trip. We hadn’t spoken about it before, and I was surprised to get the text. But, I took the sign, and applied. Through a sequence of events, though, that mission trip to NYC was cancelled. I was a little disappointed. I wondered why God had had me apply, but I didn’t worry about it a whole lot—if it wasn’t the right time, that was okay by me. A second, completely unexpected event occurs, though. I get an email from another Regent office saying that they knew I applied for the mission trip to NYC that got cancelled, but that they were were doing a mission trip to Puerto Rico over spring break—as a response to the worst natural disaster that Puerto Rico has ever suffered—Hurricane Maria. I was immediately interested, and through MUCH more prayer, believe that God brought all of these things together to open the door for me to pursue and go on this trip. We are partnering with another organization that is bringing much-needed food to the residents of San Juan, as well as any other way we can help them—which, sometimes, is as simple as loving on them and praying with them. I’m so excited and humbled to be able to go on this trip, but I need some help. First, it is going to cost $600 to go on this trip—and I would be deeply grateful if you would seek God on whether or not you are called to give to this trip. Second, if you would be praying anytime you think of it that God would bless our time there—that we would have a lasting, positive impact on these people who have lost so much—and that we would ultimately bring glory to God and that people would be touched by His love, I would be and am even more deeply grateful. Your time praying for the others and me is invaluable, and I am so thankful for it.
Thank you so so much for reading all of this,