My very first mission trip was to Bulstrode, England the summer of 1981. It was called a “Holiday Inn” team due to the fact we had running water, hot showers and a bed to sleep in. Our team was a construction team and built 21 garages for a missionary headquarters at the Castle we stayed at. I went with Teen Missions International which still takes teens today on summer mission trips.
The following summer I decided to rough it and go to Santa Cruz, Bolivia.
My parents became Swiss missionaries to Lesotho, in south Africa when I was 6 months old. We lived there till I was 6, when we moved to the states. I've always felt like missions was part of my being, but I've never experienced the Spirit calling me to more than a short-term trip. I have been able to participate in two short-term mission trips to Costa Rica that used volleyball as our tool to minister to the kids and parents of those involved with volleyball. These were both very life-giving opportunities for me. I hope to bring a team to Costa Rica still this next spring for a volleyball missions trip!
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