Over the months that we prepared for our ministry, we were looking forward to returning to the same region where we had ministered the year before and reuniting with friends we had made then. Some of our friends, missionaries Andrew and Egla Shields, were an immense help, especially to me, as I navigated the prospect of coordinating a missions trip for the first time. In my mind we were heading back to a familiar place with a familiar team to do familiar work. But God had other plans in store.
Two weeks prior to departure I received a call from Brother Shields detailing the need for a change in our ministry location due to safety concerns in the region. Fighting between drug cartels over control of the area had caused a great deal of instability and unrest, prompting evacuations of some of the believers there. It quickly became apparent to me that the upcoming trip would not work as I had anticipated. It was clear that the Lord was redirecting us, but many questions remained. We had been working for weeks to arrange lodging, food, and transportation—and now everything needed to be done again, but this time in the space of two weeks.