Mission Trip To New Orleans

I was on my way to church with a few of my best friends, a typical Wednesday for me, at least, that’s what I thought. As I was laughing at a joke someone had made, my youth minister called. He asked if I would like to go on a mission trip to New Orleans this summer. Just like any other teenager, I jumped at the chance to go somewhere new, especially New Orleans. Therefore, I told my youth minister that I would love to go and to let me know the dates so I could take a week or so off work. I was so excited to go to New Orleans, but little did I know, I would have one of the greatest spiritual experiences of my life. “Mom, we have to go now! They’re probably waiting on us!” I shouted across the house as I grabbed my duffel bag from the counter and walked out the door. My mother looked at me and shook her head as she made her way outside. Since I was waiting to get into the car, I double-checked to make sure I had everything. As I waited impatiently, I realized that there was one thing that I forgot. I threw my bag onto the hood of the car and ran back into my room, sighing in relief as I found my customized Bible. I rushed back to the car, almost tripping over my own two feet, and then we were on our way. After what seemed a very long drive, but was really only ten-minutes, we finally made it to the church. I hastily made my way out of
I was someone who stayed inside, was always on their phone, and always wanted to procrastinate on everything. Now, I’m someone who helped 3 people come to know the Lord. I also learned more than I ever thought I would about Christ and what he did for us. If someone were to tell me how close I would end up being to Christ and how much I would have loved this trip for that very reason, I probably would have laughed in their face. Like I mentioned above, little did I know that this trip to New Orleans would end up being one of the greatest experiences of my Christian