“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness.” 2 Timothy 3:16
The first day of our journey to Trinidad found us at the St. Louis airport at a 7:00 am meeting time. After getting through check points and security, we relaxed for close to an hour before we left on two 9:45 am flights (we had our two special planes reserved just for our group… well, maybe not but that’s the way it worked out!) and arrived in Houston, TX. Previous to our departure, we were each given a rubberband to remind us to be flexible to God’s will, not our own. They came in quite handy, as you can probably imagine. While flying down to the Lone Star state, the plane I was on was given a beautiful “cloud show” by God as well as two jets that over passed us, rather closely, leaving a trail of white behind them. I think it’s one of those things that you needed to be there to really a sense of “wow.” A short weather delay put us an hour behind our scheduled flight from Houston, leaving at 1:45 leave to Trinidad. While the ride was a fairly long one (though not in comparison to the Taiwan flights), the “cloud show” and island spotting was beyond phenomenal.
We hit the ground at 8:15 pm arrive in Trinidad and set off for the Trinidad and Tobago Urban Ministries Compound (a.k.a. TTUM). The plane ride was a nice one and gave a chance for most of us to break the ice and start to get to know one another – most of us didn’t know anyone else. I knew two people. I know my mom, obviously, who I asked to come along (I went to Taiwan last year and loved it – this is her first mission trip, international or domestic) and I barley know Jill who also works at Missouri Baptist University (where I go to college). As it turns out, I sat next to another girl who works at MBU named Dana.
When we arrived at the compound, we met in the pavilion for a quick bite of roti and a stew-type dish before settling into our rooms. Our room consists of two bunk beds and one regular bed – all of which creak and squeak. Oh, and in a room full of five guys there is only one key. Luckily everyone is on the same team – everyone, that is except me. No complaints though (rubberbands, please). Well, maybe just two very quick ones to get it out of the way. (no, the rubberband didn’t snap – these are very small complaints) Our room, while it is wonderful that it is air-conditioned in the heat-infested island, is excruciatingly cold this first night under a thin sheet. And all of our showers are cold ones. But mission trips aren’t about luxury and feeling comfortable are they?
The devotional the group is participating in is The Art of Listening Prayer by Seth Barnes. The verse from each day is listed at the beginning of each day. I found it very interesting to actually sit down and see the different ways that God spoke to His people in the Bible and how He still talks in various ways today. It's something I'm still working on back in the States.
The first day of our journey to Trinidad found us at the St. Louis airport at a 7:00 am meeting time. After getting through check points and security, we relaxed for close to an hour before we left on two 9:45 am flights (we had our two special planes reserved just for our group… well, maybe not but that’s the way it worked out!) and arrived in Houston, TX. Previous to our departure, we were each given a rubberband to remind us to be flexible to God’s will, not our own. They came in quite handy, as you can probably imagine. While flying down to the Lone Star state, the plane I was on was given a beautiful “cloud show” by God as well as two jets that over passed us, rather closely, leaving a trail of white behind them. I think it’s one of those things that you needed to be there to really a sense of “wow.” A short weather delay put us an hour behind our scheduled flight from Houston, leaving at 1:45 leave to Trinidad. While the ride was a fairly long one (though not in comparison to the Taiwan flights), the “cloud show” and island spotting was beyond phenomenal.
We hit the ground at 8:15 pm arrive in Trinidad and set off for the Trinidad and Tobago Urban Ministries Compound (a.k.a. TTUM). The plane ride was a nice one and gave a chance for most of us to break the ice and start to get to know one another – most of us didn’t know anyone else. I knew two people. I know my mom, obviously, who I asked to come along (I went to Taiwan last year and loved it – this is her first mission trip, international or domestic) and I barley know Jill who also works at Missouri Baptist University (where I go to college). As it turns out, I sat next to another girl who works at MBU named Dana.
When we arrived at the compound, we met in the pavilion for a quick bite of roti and a stew-type dish before settling into our rooms. Our room consists of two bunk beds and one regular bed – all of which creak and squeak. Oh, and in a room full of five guys there is only one key. Luckily everyone is on the same team – everyone, that is except me. No complaints though (rubberbands, please). Well, maybe just two very quick ones to get it out of the way. (no, the rubberband didn’t snap – these are very small complaints) Our room, while it is wonderful that it is air-conditioned in the heat-infested island, is excruciatingly cold this first night under a thin sheet. And all of our showers are cold ones. But mission trips aren’t about luxury and feeling comfortable are they?
The devotional the group is participating in is The Art of Listening Prayer by Seth Barnes. The verse from each day is listed at the beginning of each day. I found it very interesting to actually sit down and see the different ways that God spoke to His people in the Bible and how He still talks in various ways today. It's something I'm still working on back in the States.
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