One month ago

As I yanked my suitcase out of the closet, in a hurry to pack for all week, I stopped and remembered the date: the 12th. One month ago today I was flying home from the Czech Republic and rather anxious to get off the 9-hour flight and to safely arrive at Dulles Airport. Memories of the 12-day trip slowly drifted into my mind as I remembered my missions trip with fondness. But then I snapped back into reality, realizing I had 10 minutes to pack before I headed out the door. In the back of my mind though, I thought about some of the teenagers that went on that missions trip who are heading out to camp today. And I determined to pray for them this week, just as I prayed for them a month ago...