From "White Trash" AKA ....... Elise

I’m normally not one to stress out much, or blow things out of proportion, but now that I’m back in the US, it’s even easier to put things into perspective. Yeah, so maybe I had to work two shifts today, but at least I have a job, a house to come home to, and food to eat. It makes it hard to sympathize with customers who have a fit because we don’t have blueberry water ice today (and yes, y’all from the south, it is called water ice) or other customers who are complaining because they had to wait five minutes in line to check out their abundance of groceries. It really amazes me how people get so upset about such little things. I wonder if they were to experience a trip like ours if their perspectives would change. If they had felt the presence of God while singing at devotionals, seen people literally give the shoes of their feet, watch a husband cry with his family and give thanks to God for a house the size of an average American living room, seen the many scars on a young child who risked his life to save his sister’s... I know it is unrealistic to want this experience for everybody, but I am greatful that I had the opportunity. The two weeks were trying and it was difficult to see such terrible conditions and understand why it is happening and how there could be a God in the mist of so much suffering. Well, I don’t think I have ever focused on God so much, or prayed so much as I did during this time. And I believe He responded to me in several ways, just telling me to stop doubting Him.