I mentioned a while back that I was going on a trip with my church but haven't said much about it since then. Partly because I've been busy but also because there really wasn't much else to say. Well now that there are only three days to go I find there are somethings I want to say. Weird, I know, it must have been building and building and now it just wants to come out.
First is that I think I might die in New Orleans. I signed up for this trip without much thought other than it's going to be a good trip because we're doing good things we're not just going for vacation or to go sight seeing. We're actually going and working. We're doing what the Bible asks Christians to do...go out, spread the word, etc. Of course it's going to be a good trip. However, I did not take into account my severe dislike for heat and humidity. I'm going to one of the most humid areas of our country in the middle of summer...huh? Maybe I'll learn to like sweating.
Second, this is a mission trip with my church and I'm not generally the mission trip type person, mostly because I tend to be very introverted. And while I realize that just like any team of people a mission team needs all types, I tend to shy away from trips like this because of, well, being shy (and a little anti-social).
Third, I am looking forward to this trip with a bit of trepidation. Mostly because I know that a lot of the area that was hit by Hurricane Katrina still looks a lot like it did two years ago. I'm preparing myself for an emotional overload. I'm a cryer by nature so I know this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster for me.
In the grand scheme of things these issues are nothing compared to the problems of the people I've signed on to help. I do realize this and that's why I've tried very hard not to mention any of my misgivings prior to now. But with the trip on the horizon I needed to get it out so that I can take a breath and (hopefully) get past it.
So, if you've read all the way to this point, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.