I recently went with 20 members of my church to host and manage a missionary's conference in England (T.E.A.M. All Europe Conference). I've been on some rewarding mission trips before in El Salvador and inner city Los Angeles to help the lost and needy, but it was certainly a first for me to minister to those who minister to others.
These missionaries to Europe are on the front lines--leaving their homes in the U.S. to serve overseas. My roll on this trip? The photographer. I photographed the missionaries and their families so that they could use these photos to send home to their U.S. relatives or use for fundraising letters. We weren't sure how much my services would be used--of even if there would be interest. Ha! I was swamped. I was outside by 7:15 every morning, ready to photograph couples and families before breakfast, after breakfast, and then all late afternoon and evening. When I wasn't shooting, I was editing (thank you, Wacom tablet--I do love you).
As usual, my husband was my trusty assistant (he played in the worship band when he wasn't helping me), and I was fortunate that my daughter could go as well. She not only assisted with the 3-5 year old little ones, but she also attended the youth activities with the missionary kids and made some lifelong friends. The rest of the team were invaluable whether they played in the worship band, tireless kept and taught the missionary kids, or humbly served as the doctor. What a blessing to be a blessing.