There are 12 of us.
Some are anxious.
Some are bossy. (Not me this time.)
Everyone has an opinion.
And none of us really knows what is happening.
Has the landslide been cleared? Is the road repaired? Can we move forward? Will they send us back?
What about our visas?
Today we advanced to a different wee village, a bit closer to the border. And still, we wait.
It really is a story about having no control and needing to trust. Reminds me of something….
Joy for the journey,
Pastor Leah
