Last week, my family embarked on our first official short-term mission trip. We traveled three hours north to His Mansion in Deerfield, New Hampshire. We first heard about His Mansion through our church, and more recently from a friend who’s been greatly helped by their services. The facility offers Christian counseling and residential care for those with addiction and substance abuse problems.
The property is 360 gorgeous acres, and the campus itself is a farm complete with pigs, cows, and chickens. We were there to work.
We planted potatoes, pruned and edged a raspberry patch, and sifted soil. Lots and lots of soil. The kids worked their fair share, and played more than their fair share. We had wheelbarrows (literally) of fun, but best of all we had the opportunity to talk and work with those who have been helped by the program, and those currently in the program. We ate together. We worshiped together. We prayed together.
Our family glimpsed only a small portion of the amazing work God had done with this piece of land, with His faithful followers. But I’m thankful we could help, even if it was only for a few days.
Next family mission? That is yet to be seen, but I’m hoping that our family will travel to Haiti when the boys are a few years older.
We (or maybe just I) tend to think of a mission trip as going somewhere far away to minister to others. But a mission trip can be simpler. I’m going to try to think of every day as a mission trip—a time to show God’s love to others, a time to point others to Jesus. Whether it’s at home with my family, at the grocery store with a bunch of strangers, or in Haiti with a group of orphans, God has given me a mission. I pray I’ll be faithful.
What is your definition of a mission trip? Have you ever gone on a mission trip?