Personal Narrative: My First Mission Trip
“Hey Kal! Guess what, we are going on a mission trip again next summer!”
As soon as my friend Sam informed me of the upcoming mission trip to Illinois, my heart immediately started to race with excitement. Millions of questions raced through my head: where was the trip, when was the trip, how many days, who was going?
Despite all the questions, I knew I had to go, and even as I began typing the text message to my mother that would inform her of the upcoming trip, I thought about how different my easy excitement was from the emotional response I experienced the first time I had been invited to join a friend for a church-led mission trip. That time, it had been my friend Morgan who had issued the invitation, and although the thought of spending a couple of …show more content…
Anybody could have told me he or she were going on a mission trip four years ago, I would have gave them a simple nice reply, then I would have forgotten all about it. That changed after I experienced my first mission trip to Arkansas. Today if anyone talks to me about a mission trip, I become very enthusiastic. I start asking them many questions, and want to know every detail about their …show more content…
I was sat squished in the back of one of the minivans with Sam, our treats and various forms of entertainment for the long ride sat between us. The drive was long and boring. We slept, played every car ride game possible and watched movies. The 806.2 miles seemed to take everlasting. We stopped for two nights at a hotel and took a day to go to an amusement park. My love for amusement parks was stronger than my urge to return home and after spending the day on roller coaster rides and eating cotton candy, I decided for a brief moment that maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after
As soon as my friend Sam informed me of the upcoming mission trip to Illinois, my heart immediately started to race with excitement. Millions of questions raced through my head: where was the trip, when was the trip, how many days, who was going?
Despite all the questions, I knew I had to go, and even as I began typing the text message to my mother that would inform her of the upcoming trip, I thought about how different my easy excitement was from the emotional response I experienced the first time I had been invited to join a friend for a church-led mission trip. That time, it had been my friend Morgan who had issued the invitation, and although the thought of spending a couple of …show more content…
Anybody could have told me he or she were going on a mission trip four years ago, I would have gave them a simple nice reply, then I would have forgotten all about it. That changed after I experienced my first mission trip to Arkansas. Today if anyone talks to me about a mission trip, I become very enthusiastic. I start asking them many questions, and want to know every detail about their …show more content…
I was sat squished in the back of one of the minivans with Sam, our treats and various forms of entertainment for the long ride sat between us. The drive was long and boring. We slept, played every car ride game possible and watched movies. The 806.2 miles seemed to take everlasting. We stopped for two nights at a hotel and took a day to go to an amusement park. My love for amusement parks was stronger than my urge to return home and after spending the day on roller coaster rides and eating cotton candy, I decided for a brief moment that maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after