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                Our journey to M-Fuge began the summer after my freshman year in our hometown, Cabool, Missouri. We were to leave after the Sunday morning church service and make the trip to Amarillo, Texas, where we would stay that night. All eleven of the girls piled into the church van, while the five boys that were going filled up a mini-van. There was no set plan of how long it would take to get to Amarillo, but the chaperones knew they wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Our stops for food were made short; excluding our stop at the McDonalds in Vinita, Oklahoma, where all the girls crowded by the windows hoping to see the Jonas Brother’s tour bus drive under us. The girls van and the guys van also made it a contest to have the least amount of restroom breaks in order to make the trip quick. Soon enough, we made it to Amarillo and after driving around in circles numerous times, we made it to our pit stop.

                After a very long night of trying to get us girls to quit giggling and go to sleep, we all woke up, loaded the vans, and headed to Glorietta, New Mexico for our last leg of the trip. This drive wasn’t as drug out as the one to Amarillo because we were all more than ready to get there. No major pit stops were made, though there were a few protests against not stopping to take a picture by the New Mexico state line sign. After hours of travel, we finally arrived to our home for the week, a conference center in the southern part of the Rocky Mountains. I was totally surprised as we pulled in—the view of the mountains and sky, the lake in the center—I was in awe. I was definitely going to love spending the week down there.

                That evening, we were split into groups that would be made of kids from all the different youth groups attending Mission Fuge. I learned that Kenya, the group I was in for the week, would be making the trip to Santa Fe for Children’s Ministry everyday for the next four days.  In Santa Fe, we were dropped off at an apartment complex with many children. We sang songs, acted out skits, and played multiple games with the kids. I would leave the apartments every day, completely exhausted, yet completely overwhelmed with the contagious joy that these kids had. 

                Saturday morning, the youth group ate breakfast and packed up for the fourteen hour trip home. Numbers were exchanged and goodbyes were said to our new friends. No one was as enthusiastic about going home as they were about going to M-Fuge. Everyone spent most of the time sleeping on the way back. All the girls in the van would take turns sleeping across the seats and in the floor, catching up on all the lost sleep. We finally arrived in Cabool at around one o’clock Sunday morning, wide awake and ready to tell our parents all about our week.
               
                This trip was definitely a life changing experience. It helped us all grow closer—with our youth group and with teens from other youth groups. I, personally, learned that not everyone has it as good as I do, but with a God like I have, everyone can be just as happy. And last but not least, I realized that trips are fun with all the sights to see, but even better when your youth pastor likes to sing and dance as he travels along with you.

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