In the summer of 2018, I packed a backpack (filled with textbooks and a laptop seeing as how my summer classes where in full swing) and a carryon suitcase (with too many clothes) to catch a flight to Helena, Montana. Little did I know that the next eight days would shape my life forever!

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     A small Baptist church in the middle of Helena with roughly fifteen members came together throughout the week to worship our Father. The paint on their building was chipping off, their grass was well overgrown, the members of their community hungry, and the children attention starved. But all of this did not stop them from rejoicing in His grace. 

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     Our team of twenty from Tennessee spent the next eight days sleeping on air mattresses, sharing two bathrooms, working fifteen hour days, and never was a single complaint uttered. This is because traveling to Montana was a privilege, an honor. To be able to pack up food boxes, play kickball with the neighborhood children, give daily devotional, and much more was the most humbling and exciting part of our spiritual walk thus far. 

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     For myself personally, the ability to spend the day reading to Karston (an eight year old who loved riding bikes), holding the hand of Mrs. Bertha (a sweet woman in the assisted living facility), and helping the other members of the assisted living facility manage their morning workout was an amazing, eyeopening experience. It was incredible to watch the work of God in every aspect of our trip and to be a part of it was even more spectacular. 

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Mathew 5:16