You'll never forget their faces.  

I couldn't go on the Mission: Bolivia trip last summer.  It's been almost nine years since I've been there.  But as I read the blog posts and saw the photos of last year's team, their faces were still right there in my memory.  

The first year I went to Bolivia, I didn't know what I would actually do, or why I was actually going...I just knew I was supposed to go.  I worried about the fact that I spoke no Spanish, I certainly was not trained in bricklaying, I wasn't a doctor, and I had never tried my hand at digging ditches.  I worried that I would be the dead weight of the team.  I knew nothing about shooting video or taking photos, but I grabbed a few cameras and packed my bags.  I didn't know what I was going to have to offer this little church or these people so far from home... (more)