…in Amsterdam. All 20 of us are here and accounted for. The flight was long, but we made it without going too stir crazy (although there were some pretty lame jokes cracked about giraffes and necks). While we’re waiting for our next flight, a bunch of the team ran off to get their H&M fix.
Seeing as we’ve done nothing but sit in airports and fly in cramped planes, there haven’t been a lot blatant opportunities for God to speak to us, but it’s funny what can happen when you’re looking for his hand. I was sitting next to a stranger in the flight to Amsterdam; I usually wouldn’t strike up a conversation with someone I don’t know, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone and ask where she was heading. I found out that she was in route on a medical missions trip to Uganda. We didn’t end up talking the whole flight or becoming friends for life, but I was encouraged by the small encounter nonetheless.
You see, I’ve been struggling for a long time with all the hurting in the world; wondering what to do about it. What God showed me through this small encounter was that he’ll take care of his part as long as we take care of ours. I don’t have to worry about the big picture, I just have to worry about the one God has asked me to see.
That’s all for now. We’ll try to update you again once we’re in Johannesburg or Manzini.
Picture taken at 9am Amsterdam, 2am Winnipeg time