I also trained horses, and this year I would finally be able to race. Then during New Year’s dinner, my parents told my brother, Stefan, and me that we were all going on a mission trip to Uganda for four and a half months.
“What? Why?” I demanded. My parents tried to explain that many people in Uganda needed help, but I stormed out of the room.
“Get up, go to Nineveh, that great city, and proclaim to it the message that I tell you.”
Jonah 3:2 (NRSV)
As I lay on my bed crying, Stefan tried to console me: “I’m upset too, but we’ll be doing a good thing and helping lots of people.” Feeling a little better, I prayed that night for the people in Uganda and for my family to have a fun and meaningful mission experience.
While in Uganda, we gave people seeds to plant and helped them harvest their crops. We also led worship services. I wrote letters to my friends back home and kept a daily diary. I also made many new friends. Sometimes I even forgot about what I was missing because I was having so much fun helping others.
Now that we are home, I miss my friends in Uganda. I read my diary often to remind me of them and of our trip of a lifetime.
REFLECT: When have you been pleasantly surprised by a change of plans that you had resisted? Thank God for that experience.