Mission Journal - A Walk Through the First Days
Hearts pound as families embrace. Excited smiles mix with nervous laughter as students board the bus that tangibly represents the beginning of something new.
Freeway soars past as friends lift their voices above the engine roar; together, energetically fueling the joyful anticipation of what is already bringing them together.
Chatter mixes with delicious fumes as, Incredulous, we share a last supper together, feasting on the thoughts of what tomorrow will surely bring.
Nervous energy pulses as voyagers strain their luggage into the early darkness. The world awaits.
Last minute stretches proceed the enthusiastic surrender to tight seating arrangements. Friendly laughter bubbles as seat belts are struggled. Flying does not come naturally to some.
Red pierces the horizon as passengers gasp in a muted awe. Through tiny portholes to the sky, the Heavens declare
Jubilant hearts race as humid heat thickens the brows of immigrants. We are young.
Enthusiastic introductions fall mute on ecstatic ears. Sweat drips as diesel fumes fill bus. We are here.
Minds strain, as amature mathematicians find peace. Coins clink as wallets disappear into pockets. Wealth is a state of mind.
Children jabber as students respond; silently in love, dusty Nikes kick a soccer ball among the vulnerable. basket balls pound as hearts open up.
Night. Men draw around their sisters; whispers of encouragement quell anxious thoughts. The seed is planted, as siblings share the reality of salvation.
Confused Music blares. Heavy eyes don’t care. It’s been a long day.
Roosters sing as gentle breezes gently wakes in us the hope of what this new day will bring.
Stomachs are empty as Guitars strum and praises overflow from hearts full. It is early.