The title to this post is meant to be read with one’s tongue firmly planted in one’s cheek. I love mission trips. But after coming back from our most recent trip to World Changers in Franklin, North Carolina I’ve realized that they’re one of the most difficult things to do in life. It’s not the work, or the time away from family (even though those are terribly difficult.) It’s the leaving to go back home that makes them suck.
I spent all last week wishing, waiting and wanting to come back home to my wife and son only to find myself on Friday night yearning to take all my new-found friends on the bus with me. They’d be like pets, only, bigger…and more expensive…and they’d be people, not animals…and they could have all the food and water they wanted, not like the set dietary amounts my current pets have now. But still, I’d get to wake up with them each day just like I had done for the past 7 days. That’s what I wanted; that’s what I desired.
To Garret, Emily, Austin, Courtney, Mike, Debbie, Tim, Judith, Kevin, Lauren and Melody I have to say that I miss you all more than you know. I developed bonds with y’all that I can only hope will still be there when we see each other in Heaven one day. I sincerely hope that we’ll see each other again before we leave this world, but if we don’t rest assured that I’ll see ya ‘round.
I think I’m going to sue the World Changers organization for poor business practices. They advertised that I’d go on this trip in order to change the world (or at least a small part of it.) But what they didn’t tell me was that it would be me who would be changed. The ol’ bait and switch, that’s what I got duped into. Suckage. If I’d have known that I would have actually grown through this experience I would have vegetated at home reading my way through the 9rules communities.
It’s good to be home though. I hate being away from my wife as she’s clearly the better half of me and completes me like no other. I also hate being away from my son as there’s no one else who can bring out the kid in me like he does. I mean, permanent markers and toddlers go together like jam and jelly, don’t they? Yeah, that’s another story for another time. 
The fact remains that I missed them like the day is long and am over-happy to be with them again :D.
Yep. Mission trips suck. But not really.
