The end is near. The end has come. The end has now passed.

Some of you might now have stopped reading this blog, as the Central Europe Mobile Team now officially has come to an end. Quite sad really.

It has to be noted that this blog only have given tidbits of everything that happened during our journey. Conversations were had. Jokes played. Tears shed. Prayers prayed. Many which never made it to the blog.

Myself and Resa are slowly making our way home to Sweden and are currently sitting in a church office in Frankfurt. Humbly attempting to sum up some of the highlights of our trip.

*A thing that didn't hit me until the end of our time was that we never disagreed with what we heard from God. In every city we went to, we listened to God to see what He wanted for the place at this time so that we could pray into it. We were 7 quite different people, but we always heard the same things.
* I learned to pray big prayers. I remember standing by the river in Dresden after a reggae festival with people sitting all around in the grass, drinking and having a good time. How often am I not intimidated to pray prayers such as "God. Redeem youth culture in this city." How often is that prayer I speak with my mouth not connected with belief in my heart that God actually can do it. That night the connection was made. Now on a journey heading towards big prayers (which I guess leads to living a life a bit bigger as well).
* God told us to do things. To follow up the (sometimes) unseen affects of prayers with practical action is great. That involved giving flowers to strangers in Dresden. Hamburgers to homeless guys in Vienna and cleaning up playgrounds and basketball courts in Belgrade. Reminds me that prayer is so much more than just words.

So those are a few of my post-missiontrip-thoughts and highlights. Sitting by lake Ada, soaking up the sun on our last day in Belgrade, having our debrief, I realized something. No matter how hard this trip has been in many ways, and how tiring it is to always be on the road (or tracks in our case), my dream is to make the essence of this mission trip a lifestyle. A life of prayer, journey and community. And I realized I'll miss these guys.
Stopping now before I get too mushy...