Oh, Frank... August, 2007.
The biennial High School Mexico Mission Trip that our church had. I was finally old enough to join in on this adventure. I won't tell you about the whole experience, because as good as it all was, I don't feel like/have time to type all of that out for you right now. So I'll just tell you about Frank. Frank was our tent while we were there. A 4-person tent that we squeezed 6 girls and their luggage into. Why am I telling you about our tent? And why did we name it Frank? This was a very memorable tent for me. We named it Frank because it's short for Frankenstein - he was just falling apart more & more every day. It taught me some valuable lessons. Such as : duct tape CANNOT fix everything. It also taught me how to find true comfort in Christ, as the door right beside my bed's zipper broke one the second night - right after a tarantula had been spotted by the bathrooms by our camp. Cool beans. I don't do big spiders. Especially when there's the strong possibility that one could be crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night and take refuge in my blankies that I bury my face in. No bueno, bro. Not only was the door right beside my bed broken, but so were two of the three windows, and one of the other doors. Safety pins and duct tape can only do so much . . . My trust and security in Christ grew TONS during that trip. As did my faith. A good portion of that came from Frank. I like the random ways that God does teaches us things . . .
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