Have you ever had that feeling of helping someone out, or donating clothes, or going on a mission trip? I have and it felt amazing, giving someone hours of my time, and seeing the faces that I have helped.
New Orleans… when you say it or hear it, you think of the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina, and the harsh things that it did. It tore down houses, neighborhoods, schools, and churches; I got to go down there this summer,-seven years later. Most of the buildings are repaired, but some are still torn down and demolished. People can’t even talk about it, but that was my job.
My church and I got to go own to New Orleans and help out with the clothing the homeless people, and even got to watch kids at VBS for the parents who had to go to work for money to rebuild their homes. At first I was scared to see where I was going to get placed. Fortunately, I got to hang out with the kids at VBS. It was in my comfort zone. I was excited to spend a week in New Orleans; I was excited because it is what I did at home, and I wanted to help with something or someone else...such as helping build houses or helping homeless people.
It wasn’t until the last day, after spending an entire week with them, that I had connected with the kids and that was made clear by the fact that I was getting jumped on and tortured by third and fourth graders. On the last day of my first mission trip I started crying, thinking I would never see them again, and realizing these kids have been doing this for nine weeks, with new people every week. It also brought joy to me because the manager in charge said we were the best group out of the other counselors. He said that we were the only church group that had connected with these kids. After we crossed the Louisiana border I started bawling, I had missed the kids and helping out. I knew I would never get to see those kids again.