Mission Trip: Faceplant

God wove a common thread through all of my mission trips: I had a spiritual faceplant in every one.

Mission trip leaders counseled me regarding how the enemy attacks when people step out into God’s purpose for their lives. Being the hands and feet of Jesus on a mission trip comes at a cost. Satan loves to bring you down, incapacitate you, and prevent you from making a difference or seeing the benefits of a servant’s heart.


(church in Mexico)

(featured photo above: building walls in Alaska)

As I took part in my mission trips, moments occurred when the less than wonderful parts of my personality bubbled to the surface: impatience, rigidity, and vocalness. The trip magnified what I struggle with on a day to day basis. I stumbled. I reacted. I felt shame.

In Haiti during my trip in 2010, significant political unrest plagued the country. Flights were canceled, and Samaritan’s Purse had to arrange a special plane to take the missionaries on my team out of Haiti.


(the plane that finally came to take us home in Haiti)

While we were there, we worked 24-hour stints and changed shifts at 2am in order to avoid the protests and road blockades (the poor didn’t have electricity and unrest died down in the middle of the night). At work, we received a 3-hour sleep break to rest in a container (back of a semi-truck) in 100-degree heat.


(I took pictures in India, and these kids followed, taking pictures of me)

When my turn to sleep arrived, I went to the container with two other medical missionaries. One snored and the sounds reverberated off of the metal container walls. I couldn’t sleep a wink. I was so frustrated my eyes filled with tears.

I went back out to the makeshift hospital and began working. Another missionary approached me to ask how I was, and I snapped at her.


(view of the Yukon in Alaska)

I’m not proud of this and I later apologized, but I don’t typically deal with my own fatigue well. I’ve had to put big limits on my time: my phone goes on “Do Not Disturb” at 9pm. If I allow calls to come in, I stay up past midnight. When I’m so starved for sleep, I’m not at my best. The mission trip exacerbated a deep issue so that I could begin to deal with it. This is one of many examples.


(Alaska team)

I continue to go on mission trips because I want to help others and because I want God to change my heart, grant me patience, and help me promote peace and justice at the same time. But, that won’t happen without my efforts, my willingness to endure and to learn.

So often we stay where we are comfortable, enacting the same patterns over and over again in our lives while being unhappy with the results. How does this make any sense?


(placing the roof supports in Mexico)

Mission trips are opportunities for growth, both inside and out. A person needs to be willing to step outside of what is familiar to reach others. For me, this process reshapes my heart. I’m not strong enough to do it on my own. In my own strength, I faceplant.

Heading to Honduras, K.




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  1. I guess we’ve all “faceplanted” and lived to regret it. But, you’ve recognized some of the issues you need to work on and have made a commitment to do so. That’s awesome! So often, we shrug our shoulders and expect others to adapt to our “faceplant falls” and forgive us. Your message is an inspiration for us to GET UP and try again (and do better!)

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  2. God does have a way of peeling back the layers so we can see what’ still lurking inside our souls. Praise God He does, by His power, do an ongoing work in our lives and strengthen us to serve others… even in our imperfections. Blessings for all you do to serve!

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  3. So true. When I prepare a team, I tell them the same. Every person on the team is going to have at least one bad day. The problem is it usually is on day three for everybody. We learn, persevere, forgive, laugh, and love each other more through it. Just this morning, I was just thinking a time I was particularly ugly. I still feel bad about it and it’s ten years ago . Crazy. Thanks for your post. It’s good to know I’m not the only one face planting.

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    1. Thank you for sharing! I, too, feel all alone sometimes, like everyone else has it all together. I accept that I’m a work in progress. 🙂 The growth that happens on mission trips is part of the blessing.


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