Something happens to me on mission trips.
My normal “let’s make lists and plan everything down to the second” and “because it’s planned it better go that way” mentality flies out the window (pun intended) and is replaced with (what must be supernatural) flexibility and new thinking that says, “Things are going to work out exactly like God wants them to so there’s no need to get bent out of shape. Just savor all the seconds and go with whatever happens.”
When you’re on a mission trip you look at people differently, don’t you? Maybe you’re in a foreign country and a national cuts you off in the checkout line. You smile and wave, “It’s okay.” You give grace. You silently pray for them that they might come to know the real Grace Giver. Maybe you even initiate conversation and ask about their life.
Life looks different on a mission trip. But should it?