Story Time!

Okay, so I have been packing for college the past few uh, weeks, and I have this box of things from My missions trip to Northern Ireland last Summer. I will be returning to N. Ireland this summer. So, I decided to take a walk down memory lane and let you in on my roots.

I miss it so much. *Sigh* I left part of my heart there.

For quick explanation, I Look VERY Irish, (except my eyes). So the first thing that came to my mind was an Irish friend of mine coming up to me and asking me where I was from...and his jaw dropping when he heard my Northern Maryland Accent, instead of the Northern Irish one he was expecting. His exact words were "WOAH, we could fool EVERYBODY!"

So he spent the next 3 hours teaching me how to speak in a northern Irish Accent. (we were actually watching a movie which was what took so long).

So where to go from there? hmmm, Oh I know, our first day. So I am meeting my team in the airport right? and I am talking to friend on my team, and she says something about how if anything unfortunate happens on this trip it will happen to her. I laughed. I attract bizarre accidents like honey to a fly. Ten minutes later I am in the line for my ticket, and...the people say I don't have a ticket.

I honestly felt like crying. Turns out someone who had my same last name had backed out of the trip and instead of deleting her ticket, the airport company deleted mine.

Long story short, I got there, after my poor trip leader forked over $1100 for a new one. (I recently got an e-mail from him about hoping my ticket wasn't deleted again) He did get the money back by the way. Happy Ending.

What we did, we did a form of vacation Bible School in the morning, had the afternoon off and worked with teens in the evening. Very exhausting.

There were 6 teams. Mine was unarguably the craziest. We had some crazy moments, our average bedtime between the ten us was ~1 (it would have been 3 but our leader went to bed at 10 every night) and we woke each other up with coffee pots. We were the only team with a Canadian Leader, but our assistant leader was N. Irish, we had some crazy fighting, Father Abraham, mafia games, and several movies. But I loved our worship times.

About half of our team played something or could sing. So we would have these random "jam sessions" and we'd sing with the kids, and my heart would soar as the younger ones sang with their little voices.

One of the Things that effected me the most was our last worship time. It was after our final night working with the teens. We all went home and we had 3 other guys (including the one mentioned in the 3rd paragraph) do a worship session with us.

Within about 10 minutes one of the other 2 guys asked if he could take my assistant leaders guitar, and he began playing. Words cannot describe the next hour in a half. Even as I type this I am struggling for the words to even tell you how unbelievable it was. I remember that all of our team had broke down crying within 15 minutes. We prayed for each other, some of us sobbing more then others (not me*shock*), I have never felt God presence more then in that room that night. Surrounded by people I had not even know existed a mere month before. I miss and love them, it's been almost a year and I still think of them often.

Ooh, I feel like I haven't even told you anything. but I think I will start missing them more, so I will stop here. More stories to come.

Katydid out.