And the decision is....

This week was GO! Week. GO! Week is a convo event that happens all week and on friday (today) students have the opportunity to sign up for different mission trips. The trips are when Spring and Fall break occur.

I went to almost all the events. I skipped this morning because i overslept. Well, I wanted to know where God wanted me to minister. I thought there was only gonna be one trip that everyone would sign up for. Not true! There was an entire page of choices!! Chicago, LA, NYC, South Dakota, Georgia, and Jamaica. The last one I would've signed up for had it not been a financial strain. I ruled that one out. Georgia was Habitat for Humanity but i can't do power tools haha. God just didn't give me that skill which is fine! haha. NYC I've been to and while it would be pretty cool to be close to home, I wanted somewhere different. LA is too far away let alone expensive...so it was a toss-up between Chicago and South Dakota.

I've always had a heart for the homeless. Every time I go to nyc, i feel bad about the homeless people and wonder why i'm so blessed. This was why i was debating Chicago. The whole point of the trip was that we would help in the soup kitchens and the community.

The team that went to South Dakota would go on the Oglala Sioux Indian Reservation and help plant a garden and the community with whatever had to be done. As soon as i read this, faces flashed into my mind. Women with braids held children in their arms, their faces slightly wrinkled, their mouths in a straight line. I wondered if i should go there.

I thought i would go to Chicago. I've never been there and because my heart goes out to homeless people I thought I would help out. I e-mailed my parents to pray about it and help me make a decision...

Last night, I went to bed and didn't have a good feeling about Chicago. The area is a dangerous place and though i have been in el salvador, zone 6 (worse zone ever), it still is dangerous. I would meet homeless people and hear their stories but, I think if I go to Chicago, I wouldn't come back with anything. Yea, I would help people in the name of Jesus but, I don't think I would be complete if i went there.

Having this in my mind, I called my mom. She and my dad thought South Dakota would be something different, that it would be a culture shock but in the confinds of America. "The homeless have shelters and soup kitchens," my mom said. "What do the Native Americans have? I think you would get a better appreciation for their culture and your blessings if you went there."

I've thought about it and signed myself up for a trip. I chose.....

South Dakota.

The faces in my mind are what really drew me to SD. Maybe that was God telling me where to go. I know I would be blessed anywhere I went because it's missions work and I love helping the unfortunate. I just want to make sure He's with me from the decision making to the end of the trip. So, South Dakota is where I'm headed come March 7-14. I'm really excited and can't wait to see what God will do in my life and the Oglala Sioux Indian's lives.