I just got back from an impromptu trip to Nashville, TN (I live in Minnesota, remember). This is the fourth year that my eldest son has participated in a week long service oriented mission team. In past years, they’ve served in Louisiana, South Carolina and Indiana– and this year they are in Nashville. The group’s focus is threefold. First, they serve at the host church, doing projects like putting in sidewalks and building sheds. Second, they visit various ministries in the area and not only learn about them, but serve with them. (Yesterday, they worked at a community garden and harvested over 1,200 pounds of potatoes!) And last, they have classes that help them dig in to how God has made them, and how they can step into service and leadership in their home church and community.
A week before the trip was scheduled to begin, the lady who has always done all of their meal planning and preparation had to have emergency surgery. Since my college roommate and dear friend is one of the leaders of the trip, we were chatting about it and I mentioned that I couldn’t come for the whole week, but could come down and feed them the first few days, and get meals prepped for the rest of the week. So that’s what I did.