I’m back from the mission trip, which was all of the following: Awesome, amazing, intense, life-changing, exhausting, hot, fun, emotional, wonderful, joyful, in Oklahoma, 106 degrees, on air mattresses, long car ride, fantastic. (More to come on all that soon).
We got back Friday at about 11 p.m., and then I seriously slept all day Saturday. Seriously. I only got up to eat and pee. True story.
Then, I literally did church stuff from 8:30 a.m. through 9 p.m. Sunday, with just one total break-down, which I maintain was legitimate.
And today, I’m diving back into the daily candy grind.
Sometime this week I’ll post all the gushy details from the trip that are fit to print, and a slew of my favorite pictures.
For now though, let me just say that picking up trash on the side of an Oklahoma highway without one of those sticks that normal people use, during the last hours of the last work day of the week while it was 106 degrees and grasshoppers the size or rats flew out of the fields every time you took a step was the second hardest thing I have ever done.
The first was motivating the kids to do the same.