Personal Narrative: My Mission Trip To Miami

Before hearing about the need in different parts of our world, I never considered going on a mission trip. Last summer during show choir camp, our choreographer told us about a charity called Thirst Project. Thirst Project is an organization that builds wells in Africa so the citizens can have clean drinking water. Knowing that there are people out there drinking brown, gunky water filled with animal feces breaks my heart, because there are steps that we can all take to help solve that problem. For me, one of those steps is going on a mission trip. If I could help even one person live a higher quality life, I will be satisfied, knowing that I have made a purpose to my life. Another time that my eyes were opened was this summer. One of my friends went on a mission trip to Haiti with her church, and seeing pictures from their trip moved me to have an even stronger desire to go on one myself. Both the children in Haiti and the people serving them were both so joyful,

Thankfully it was not as cold as I was worried it might be upon arrival, but we agreed we’d still rather be in Florida. But after we got to snuggle grandbabies, we were glad to have made this visit.

Have you ever been to Atlanta,Georgia before?The time i went to Atlanta,Georgia was month I have ever had. I got to hangout with my cousins,family,and friends. We had so much fun with them because we did something so much fun.We went to Atlanta,Georgia to go visit people.

My first mission trip was five years ago when I was in eighth grade. Both my sisters and brother had gone on various mission trips and the one to Detroit was my first opportunity. On that trip we worked on fixing up a couple churches that held youth group events. My team and I weeded, painted, planted flowers, organized and cleaned the churches different offices and activity rooms during the first couple days of the week long trip, the second half of the week, my team and I consisting of middle schoolers, put on a day camp for the kids around the area to play games, do crafts, eat lunch, listen to worship music and a message. It was a great experience because the adults gave the responsibility of leading the camp to us kids. As far as cultural differences, they were mild as Detroit is only a few hours away. The housing many families were living in was not to the standard

Starting my sophomore year I had always had a burning desire to beat Miami Trace more than any other school. I used to go to school with four people of their starting eleven, and they were not the most kind hearted when we left Fayette Christian School. They were bullies to my sister and I when they found out that my family and I had made the decision to leave the private school and start attending public school. At the time they were all a lot bigger than me so there was nothing I could do about it, but now because of soccer, there was. I looked at beating them on the field and outplaying them as my own way of getting back at them for all the hardships they put my family through. We had come out on top every time, except the last one.

While going to college I got to have the experience of a lifetime. Myself, and a group of 15 others went on a mission trip to New Orleans, Louisiana. We all got to see many cultural differences and help people in need. Helping people in need just

I found this chance to help people a way to get to know the people in my youth group, but I learned so much more than I thought I would. What amazed me the most out of everything on this trip was the willingness of kids my age to help those around them. During that week in Denver, I also had the chance to meet some of the other youth from other cities in Missouri. A lot of them whom had remarkable stories. Their reasons for helping out during this mission trip were much greater than my own, I was astounded. They had told me about their past, the struggles and valleys that they had gone through that lead them to help those who are going through the same situations or worse. One story struck me the most. One about a boy and a past fight with drug abuse. He said that one day he felt this indescribable jolt and he just lost it. He broke down and asked himself what he was doing with his life. After asking around and seeking help, he went to the local church one Sunday. That was when he met the youth leader that helped him through his

Much to my surprise, it had not taken a lot to convince my dad to let me tag along on a mission trip to Guatemala with him. The company my dad worked for, Family Christian Stores, held multiple mission trips each year to various locations. My dad had already been to Mexico, and was assigned to a group going to Guatemala next. Upon learning that I wanted to go, he assured me that it would not be a trip full of sightseeing or activities, but rather a time to give back to a community in need. After promising that I understood the hard work that would be involved, my dad agreed to let me

A little over a year ago, I had to make the decision of choosing between two different trips. I could either go to Spain with the Spanish class and see all that the country has to offer, or I could visit Haiti with the church and give my time to help out around their community. Many factors weighed in on my decision, but in the end, I chose to travel to Haiti!

Even though I became very sentimental and emotional during this trip, it was an important experience in my life. These children opened up a whole new world for me, and I will never forget their pure hearts and thankful words. During this visit, I’ve promised myself to keep on helping people all over the world. After my return I took part in organizing Amnesty International club at school. During club meeting we discussed current events, looked for people who needed help, and organized events and bake sales as fundraisers to help

“Miami, are you ready?” I could barely hear the head referee’s voice over the sole thought in my head: “Beat her to the ball.” I was one of the fastest girls in the South, outrun only by a veteran on my own team. Once the referee deemed both teams ready, he began the countdown. “Brooms Down…” I kneeled onto the floor and laid my broom flat on the ground. “Ready…” I shifted my weight onto the balls of my feet and gripped my broom as tight as I could. I was ready. “Brooms up!” I took off.

Before my internship last summer, I had been a camper at Go Tell for two years. After being an intern with Go Tell I have seen God work in many ways through student's lives, intern's lives, and the lives of those living in Nicaraguan villages.

My most impactful service experience happened this last summer. I have been lucky to have been a part of various youth groups throughout my adolescence. With Memorial Baptist Church, I was happy to attend PASSPORT Camps. Like other camps I have participated in, PASSPORT is a camp where youth spend a week in the summer to enthusiastically worship and serve the community surrounding their site. PASSPORT sent us to Danville, Virginia, and despite being on Averett University’s cozy campus, we were surrounded by a dying, deprived community. Social exposure is exponentially increased when your mission groups are melting pot assignments from various churches. PASSPORT did not hold back in showing us the poorest of the community, and the sheer lack

We have spent some unbelievable time in Brazil, Nicaragua (X 5), Honduras (X 5), Africa, and Hungary. We are rolling to Mexico this June, and I am looking forward to serving in Haiti in the very near future. During these trips, my ministry focused on women and children. I have been called to be a carpenter, painter, roofer, journalist, photographer, teacher, evangelist, pharmacist, concrete mixer, story teller, clown, softball/soccer coach, and singer to name a few. God called me to be an ambassador for Christ, and He has never failed to be my provision. Any menial task that was my responsibility, He smiled as I enthusiastically performed my calling. From dodging scorpions and poisonous toads to running from a brood of chickens, I never had a dull moment on mission with God. My travels began in 1999, and the following pages are stories

In our lifetime we experience both tragic and great things, but why focus on the worst of the past? Life should be filled with enjoyment and excitement for what is coming next. Not the Math test you failed last Tuesday. All you can do is try your best in life, if you don’t succeed you try again, again, and again until everything is the best it can be. I have learned from many past tragedies that it will get better and there is still hope for happiness. Then before I knew it, something wonderful happened to my family and I, we got enough money to go to the state Florida.