Think Big

The bustle of the air port seemed to never cease, even at 4:45 in the morning. A constant stream of new faces was hurrying past to assure a seat on the correct flight. The sound of the flat, echoing announcements blending together. The constant rush. All of it fed the excitement pulsing through my body. It was before dawn and I was wired, I was about to embark on my first missions trip. After a five hour flight, there I was in Central America, Belize to be exact. The instant I stepped off the plane I knew it was going to be a life changing experience. The humidity and pressing heat seemed to engulf my very being. I found myself sticky with sweat for the next 6 hours as my team and I were bussed to the southern most territory of Belize, the Toledo district. My first night sleep was a trial in itself, I had to sleep on my side otherwise beads of sweat pooled over my eyelids while on my back. For the next four days we awoke at five and traveled into a small village named Punta Gorda. This was something straight out of National Geographic. The lush green jungle stood like cliff faces all around the small clearing of thatched roofed huts. Our objective was to evangelize the word of God to a semi English speaking village in the form of food distributions