i’m sitting down today and i WILL finish writing about my guatemala missions trip. no, i won’t be able to do the two weeks justice. no, i won’t be able to summarize all thirty pages of my journal in this last post… but that’s okay. if i sit here and wait for the day when i feel like my writing adequately can wrap up the trip, i’ll never write. sometimes done is better than perfect. amen, anyone?
life | April 7, 2011
life | April 4, 2011
thanks for all your lovely comments about part one of my guatemala missions trip blog post. there are already a few things i’m remembering i want to go back and add to the first post: stories, quotes, thoughts. that’ll always be the case though. so i’m going to leave it and keep writing.
life | March 9, 2011
i’ve been wanting to blog about guatemala ever since i got home on november 29, 2010. i don’t know where to start. i chose all the pictures i want to blog. scrolling through my six-hundred images, i relived those twelve days again as i have countless times before. that’s what i love about photography. i picked about one hundred images. i resized them all, spread them out over three blog post drafts, now i have to write. i have to sum up this crazy experience: those twelve days in a country i did not know, surrounded with a culture i had not experienced, alongside people i knew, yes, but really did not know. acquaintances. a couple friends. mainly people i saw a few moments each week at youth group. certainly not people i lived with daily.
life | November 16, 2010
i’m going to guatemala. thursday. flying out of vancouver international airport at a ridiculous morning hour. i’m traveling with twenty other teenagers/young adults from my church: christian life assembly. i have way too many thoughts about this trip. i feel like only since this past weekend have i arrived at a healthy, excited place. i’ve never been on a missions trip, i’ve never seen anything close to the third world. sure, take a walk downtown eastside vancouver and i’ve seen poverty and drugs and filth. i’m not ignorant. i’ve never seen a country of poverty though… know what i mean? missions trips were emphasized in the high school i went to; i never felt called to go. i didn’t want to be [excuse my awful, rude, generalization] another private school rich christian kid who wanted a trip to somewhere exciting like africa. [not that that is a fair representation of everyone’s heart.] i just knew that when i was supposed to serve in this way, God would prompt me. i love the local church–i’ve never had this “missionary” dream.