For weeks, the signups were passed around, and each time I insisted that I wasn't interested. Now this is where it gets interesting; about a week after the final deadline, I suddenly got the desire to go. I have no idea when my mind changed, or what made me decide to actually do it, but I'm sure it was God nudging me in the right direction. Even a week late, they let me sign up, and I had to rush to get everything together.
When I arrived, at 5 a.m. on the day of departure, my worst fear came true: I was placed in a group with literally nobody that I knew. Well, as the rest of the group arrived, I looked over and noticed someone. I recognized him. Ah, yes! I have someone in my ward at least! I didn't know his name, but I was pretty sure he was the older brother of one of my friends.
This guy that I saw, was Tim. I didn't know then (though a week later I was sure of it) that he would become my very best friend, and then one day my husband! Whenever I think about it, I wonder if I would have met him had I not gone on Trek. Or if he had told me the truth about his age when I first met him (he told everyone he was 17, when really he was 18). When I think about it, every little thing that happened, lead up to us becoming what we are now.
That is what I am thankful for this Thanksgiving. I am so thankful that I was inspired to go, and I am so thankful that we were assigned to the same group, with no one else we knew. That trip gave me so much. I met my husband there, and for that I will always be thankful.
