The Arrival

31 hours of flight, layovers, and delay allowed us to make safe arrival in a foreign land we would soon call home. Arriving at 2:30 in the morning, being greatly excited dispersed any negative feelings that might have wanted to take root deep within our souls.

Jaime, a friend of our son Andrew, met us at the airport. With her knowledge of the culture and language, we were soon able to land safely at “The Guesthouse”. This was to be our home for 6 days, but beyond that, living conditions remained a mystery. 6 of us shared 1 room with 3 sets of bunk beds. This haven of rest offered us great comfort and peace while we dealt with jet lag, uncertainties, knowing that life would not be familiar at least for the 6 months that lay ahead.

Asni, the guesthouse cook, looked after us so that we would not fall prey to sickness. Demis, the guard watched out for our safety, knowing full well we were like “sitting ducks” during high season. I suppose this is why he felt it to be his duty to find us a little place we could call home. There was no question that God had His hand upon us.

The sheer number of people and their constant cackling uttering the word “Forengie” along with the distinct odors and sights of the cramped communities gave sight to something quite different from our “Fair Isle”. Yet, this new habitat became a place we would become familiar with. It would become a place we would fall in love with. A place where food was served to street children and a place where children would learn to bathe and take care of themselves. Our home became a place where the term “Christian” became an action not a word.

“The Arrival” allowed our feet to go where they had never trod before but with God’s guidance, they would take new paths and enter areas not imaginable.