A little paint and a lot of love...

There are only a few things that I can think of that would be a better experience than standing in a group of people that I love, serving God and listening to them share their faith. That is what last weekend was for me...


We took our missions class on their first trip last weekend. The church we worked with is about an hour and a half away from where we live. Once you leave the city, you are in the "country", literally. Rice fields, palm trees and cows everywhere. We were able to serve the church by painting their main meeting room a wonderful shade of blue (which inevitably ended up on each of us and we looked a little smurfish by the end of the afternoon, if that is even a word).

Saturday evening we ran a youth outreach party, doing skits, games and a testimony...

Sunday morning service meant another skit and a couple testimonies...


I have no kids, but I can imagine what it feels like to see someone that you are pouring your life into start to walk out in the lessons you have taught. That is what my heart experiences every time one of these 10 get up to share their life and their faith with others.