"So many things have changed in the 5 short months since we were here. The airport was air conditioned (which means it wasn't when we were there), painted inside and out, the floors were tiled, and the customs officers were working behind glass booths(when we were there these men sat at broken down tables with all of the travelers surrounding them in a chaotic fashion). The luggage actually came out on a conveyor belt (don't know how the luggage came off the plane, but found it outside under a tent...just sitting there) and the runway has been resurfaced (did I ever mention that the wings of the plane extended far beyond the width of the runway...and I am from western PA, and am quite familiar with pot holes, but you have never experienced a true pot hole until you continuously hit them while landing in an airplane!). We had a perfectly smooth landing and comfortable, smooth trip through the airport. The road from the airport to Monrovia has been resurfaced (what??? totally unfair - where is the fun of driving in that? I assume that there are still no lines on the road though or I am sure he would've mention that too) and the countryside is filled with green grass. Our journey to the ***** compound was very smooth and even scenic. It's amazing what a difference a little green grass makes."
There are just certain images that are hard to forget...
The picture below was the "huts" that we passed on our way to and from the beach. I believe this is where Elizabeth and Ephraim, Love and the twins lived and their stories I will always carry...
To those reading who would be fearful of us returning, we might go back. It is somewhere buried in us to go back, but just not sure what God is requiring of us. The only thing that I know is that I will not tell God, "no" (I tried that, I told him I wouldn't go to Africa). I now know that it is blessings that I would've miss if I let fear rule my life.
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That picture of Love is one of my favorites.
D.
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