What in the world?

I went on my first (far away) mission trip my freshman year in college (1990) when I went to Belize over Christmas break. Mack & Judy Anthony took 4 of us students. It was an unbelievable experience. I knew I wanted to go back.

The next year, I went back to Belize, and then to Honduras in the next years. The last time I went was in 2003. I have kind of felt like that was a part of my life that was - not over - but on hold for now. The last time I left Honduras, I made the statement, that the next time I went, I wanted it to be with the other 3 Hughes. 7 years have gone by, and well, that is something Jay & I talk & dream about, taking the girls on a mission trip (beyond the United States). I've had it in my mind that the next time I went, it would be the 4 of us.

Then, I met Sarah. A new, refreshing friend. And I began to hear Sarah talk about Sierra Leone, West Africa. [Africa has never even been on my radar!] And I saw the pictures from her last trip, and I saw her excitement as she prepared to go back & I also began to feel this tug, that I tried to ignore, and even tried to talk Him out of it.

It didn't work.

I am now committed to go to West Africa in May. Is this crazy? yes. Have I come up with at least one hundred reasons why it won't work? Of course. Do I have any idea where the $3000 is going to come from? no idea. Is there an element of fear involved here? uh, yes.

but...it is now a matter of obedience. In Bible study, I've learned that obedience is faith with action. And now, as scary as it is, it is time for some action.