A Choice of Mission Fields

Well, I leave for Las Vegas in the morning and a group of people that I would usually be with leaves for Mexico in the morning. I'm missing my annual mission trip to Mexico because of a conference in Las Vegas. I have to admit that I'm pretty excited about Vegas even though I'm sacrificing Mexico in order to go. My dad was supposed to take me with him when I was a senior in high school and I got seriously sick the morning we were supposed to leave. I was determined to go so I still made the trip to the Birmingham airport but, as soon as I stepped out of the car, I painted the sidewalk. It was disgusting. Mom had to drive to Bham to take me back home. I was cheated out of a trip to Vegas! But my time has now come. Nothing will prevent me from stepping foot on the strip. If I have to fly the entire trip with my face in a barf bag, I'm gonna do it.

I still hate to be missing Mexico. I always feel so good when I come back after helping so many people. However, Vegas can be a mission field as well. The challenge will be finding a way to minister amid the slot machines and girlie shows. They say actions speak louder than words so maybe that's how I can do it. I'll let you know. They also say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but if something good enough happens, I'll be sure to share it with you.