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Topic: TRIP (10/18/18)
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By Donna Powers
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I was raised as a Christian and I do believe, but I have to admit my faith wasn’t the driving force of my life. Going to church seemed as comfortable as an old pair of slippers- and about as necessary for my overall survival.
When it came to vacations, my husband and I were just as predictable: we either spent a week at our cabin at the lake, or we splurged and took a cruise. As a matter of fact, just six weeks ago I was walking to the travel agency; thinking I was going to book us for another cruise.
So, what am I doing at the airport today; waiting with a group of ladies I’ve only known for six weeks? Why am I about to board a plane to the Dominican Republic for a mission trip I’d never even heard of until six weeks ago?
My only explanation: it’s because I tripped - and was then led to go on this trip.
While walking to the travel agency that day, my mind was somewhat distracted, and a few blocks before the travel agency my feet flew out from under me and I found myself lying on the ground.
I heard a kind voice above me ask if I was OK. When I told the voice I was OK, I saw a lady with a kind smile reach out a hand to help me stand up.
When I did, she invited me to come with her to the church right next to the place I’d fallen. She figured I might need to clean my scraped ankle, and to rest for a few minutes.
I shrugged. The ankle did sting, so I followed her. I was also curious: who goes to church on a Tuesday morning?
The church was old but beautiful inside. There were about 10 ladies there, plus a man I later came to know as their pastor. As I washed off my ankle, I overheard the subject of their meeting: they were planning this mission trip to the Dominican Republic.
I’d never even remotely considered going on a mission trip to anywhere. I’d figured missionaries were either ministry students, fanatical maiden ladies or other very holy people. But, as I listened, I realized these very normal-looking ladies were planning - and, visibly passionate about going on - a mission trip.
But there was more. When any of those ladies said the Name of Jesus, they glowed with obvious Love for Him. It was contagious. I stayed and listened in that room until their meeting was over, and afterward I talked to the pastor. When I left that church, that Tuesday, I rejoiced in knowing Jesus in a brand new way. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt; that my life was irrevocably changed. It didn’t take long, after that, for me to volunteer for that mission trip.
So here I am at the airport. My husband is convinced I’ve lost it, but he’s perfectly content to spend our vacation at the cabin with his fishing buddies.
As for me, I can’t wait to see how God will use this trip. I believe He will do amazing and unexpected things. Because, ever since the day of that trip, I’m happy to say my life will never be predictable again.
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change our lives. Well done.
Your writing is anything but predictable.