What have I gotten myself into? I asked myself as we were flying over
Mount Everest headed to Kathmandu, Nepal. Here I was, a small-town country girl
on a big plane headed to a strange country where everything was completely
different from anything I had ever known. My stomach began hurting, and I
wasn’t sure if it was my nerves or the curried prawn served by the airline. I
just knew I was embarking on the biggest adventure of my life.
Alicia
Clore, East Lansing, Michigan. A full time student and resent
gradate of Michigan State University went to The Philippines for two months. She writes:
“We
love you, Ate (big sister) Alicia!” Those five words will forever be printed on
my heart—the five words that a choir of children yelled from their second-story
classroom window as I walked past the nearby elementary school for the last
time. I had only spent a short thirty minutes sharing in their classroom the
week before, but every time I saw them after that, we always shared a greeting,
a smile, and often a big hug. I was no longer the strange “Americana” walking down the street, I was
their big sister. The most amazing part
of my time sharing for two months in the Philippines, was that this was
completely normal! Every congregation and community I walked into—even if we
shared for only a few moments, even if smiles were the only way to
communicate—I was already part of the family and shown a love that can be found
only within a family founded on the love of God.