First Support Trip

Did anyone ever say that life would be what we expected it to be? That is always the hardest part... not knowing what to expect. Last week I went on my first support trip and I had no idea what to expect. I have these recollections of traveling in our copper stationwagon for hours on end.

As an adult I was extremely pumped to learn that these trips are little about me, and more about what God can do through me. When I learned that these trips are about building into people and being able to do ministry, my whole perspective was changed. I love people, and I love being able to serve. This year I have been serving with the Children's ministry at my church and for the first time I felt what it meant to truely enjoy serving. Not for the notariety, or because I felt obligated. Serving becomes joy. When I am able to lighten someone elses load, or just listen as they pour out their frustrations. I am able to make a parent's day go smoother as they rush into church already 15 minutes late and I am able to deliver their children to the appropriate place.

Sometimes I feel so needy as I go about this process. I need support, contacts, a place to stay, etc. But when the focus comes off of me and on to how can I serve it seems to make the entire situation joyful.