It was 7 fundraisers, over and again holding out our hands for help.
It was many announcements filled with details.
It was many conversations with teens, letting them know this trip would be a good one.
It was countless reminders for payment deadlines.
It was answering many phone calls, offering the same details already given in the announcements.
It was long hours looking for another leader to go along.
It was lots of phone calls making sure all of our lodging was set.
It was letters, emails, phone calls, all communicating the packing list for parents.
It was the drive for 7 hours in a church van with no FM Radio, as if any teen still listens to FM Radio. Oh wait, the teens all brought their iPods, so they can’t hear me anyway.
It was one week of sleeping on a concrete floor, using an air mattress you were sure worked before you left. It didn’t matter, because you’d be up at 6am anyway.
It was 7-8 hours each day of doing work for area ministries, similar to work the wife wanted done around our home months ago.
It was being refreshed by lukewarm drinking water, since apparently Nashville does not have cold water.
On the other hand, it was 8 teens making commitments to Jesus, including one for the first time! I don’t know how you do math, but the way I add it all up it was…Totally. Worth it.