If one were to look at the lifestyle my family and I live, he or she might agree with the statement that we are an intensely close family. We seem to enjoy each other’s company to an extent beyond those of a ‘regular’ family. With my sister being a history buff and my strong passion towards becoming a missionary, we have plenty of reason to travel to unusual, unique places around the globe.
It was an extremley hot summer afternoon when we left our house for the airport. We had everything prepared, even the suitcases that were harshly crammed into the small trunk of our Acura. No one knew exactly what to expect when we would arrive in this alien planet. We sat nervously on the dirty seats of the plane, thinking the scary thought of ‘What have we gotten ourselves into?’ You see, we were headed to Costa Rica on a mission trip, to share the word of God to those less fortunate than ourselves.
With this goal in mind, we stepped off the plane and into the close, dry air into a new world. Our main job was to reach out to the small children of the neighborhoods. My sister and I would go around and gather up all the abandoned ones and bring them to the church we were staying at. I remember sitting with them and holding them, even the ones who had not showered in several days.
My parents mostly worked on the neighborhood itself, building streets and fences to protect the young ones from the dangers of the outside world. My family all made friends with the children and even some of the parents. We would act out parts of the bible for them and teach them what its like to be a Christian. Our religion was becoming a part of them and their world was becoming a part of us.
The day we left will forever be embedded in my mind. The children cried and latched their tiny hands onto our arms and legs. They did not want us to leave them behind in the dirty streets of Costa Rica. They wanted us to take them with us, it was the strongest desire of their weak hearts.
In a way I did take the children of Costa Rica home with me. I will never forget them and how they changed my life forvever. My family and I have been on many trips since this one magical calling but they will never change our hearts the way Costa Rica did. My heart will always belong to those little children with the outstreched arms no matter how many places I travel. I am so lucky I got to share that special trip with the closest people to my heart, my family. Not only did it strengthen us, it created more brothers and sisters in christ than I ever thought I could have.
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