I’m usually the one on the trip and sending updates home. I’ve been pretty fortunate that Amy has been able to travel with me to a lot of places.
The hardest trip was probably a few years back when I went to Croatia. I ended up being gone for 14 days and it was during a pretty intense season of our life as I was wrestling with whether or not I was going to stay in Colorado or join the Army again or talk to this crazy church in Kansas of all places.
But this trip for Amy and Cooper in Honduras has been a little different. I get regular updates so that’s good but I miss going. I miss the early mornings, the late nights. The sweating in places you didn’t even know you had and seeing the faces of the people. Hearing their stories, worshiping with them, being stretched.
I’m praying for them every day. I’ve even calmed the nerves of a few parents who are a bit new to letting their kids go on this kind of trip. I’ve had a great time with the girls as well.
I’m not complaining at all. It’s just different. And different isn’t bad, it’s just different.