No two mission trips are the same. Every experience is different. Different challenges, different lessons, different emotions.
But at least for me, there's always that familiar ache. Every trip, every week, every time. That ache deep in my heart.
It misses Guatemala, misses the people, misses seeing everything in Spanish. Aches to hear the sweet voices and giggles and feel the little hands around my neck again.
No matter how much you prepare yourself the ache is there. And I think it's a part of serving our brothers and sisters in Christ. There is a deep connection and devotion that is established when serving the Church abroad.
It's beautiful. And as my heart aches, I will praise Him for the sweet time I was given and focus what is to come.