It still feels like summer time here..

Lee and I spent the one week anniversary at the Maribojoc Burungy hall thanking those who swiftly came to the rescue of the ignorant foreigners. One thing I didn’t expect was the pain and anguish many of these people have also been facing since the moment they decided to break from their day of rest, climb a mountain most of them had only admired from their homes, and save some people who never should have been there to begin with.

The sincerity of the situation filled the room as Lee handed out small gifts of thanks including some sandals to three men who had broken theirs, yet continued to carry the makeshift stretcher with either Lee or Scott laying inside down the mountain barefoot. There were two men in particular who had wet eyes during the entire meeting.

Even if you have never been to a tropical place most of you know the slow pace life the people live. Piecing together the time frame that things happened I can see more and more miracles unfold within the situation. It is a huge blessing that everyone moved as quickly as they did to get everyone off the mountain before sundown.

My mind is still filled with moments of that day. I am still trusting that God has me right where he intends me to be. And somehow this brings more and more peace.

Lee went back to the Dr. yesterday and found out that he broke the small bone in his left arm also. When he arrived they only X-rayed his elbow where he was bleeding out. Since the pain continued near his wrist he went back to get another X-ray and sure enough… his forearm is broken too. His elbow seems to be healing fine, so that is good.

I had prepared a trip about a month ago to visit my friends in Leyte this coming Friday. I am still going to take this trip. I was thinking about canceling for fear of something happening on one of the small boats I take to get from the different islands. I also considered buying a plane ticket instead since it is only about 10$ more and the boats seem to sink much more frequently than a plane goes down.

I know that Scott would not want me to quit taking the adventurous path, so I will still plan on taking my unplanned itinerary. Catching either a van or a bus pending on what is leaving the soonest when I arrive at the Bus terminal, taking whatever small boat is leaving soonest to one of the two towns in Leyte that I would recognize and lastly probably riding a van the two hours down the windy mountain to the city where my heart first broke for the Deaf around the world, Tacloban. I miss my friends there.

Thank you everyone who has been praying and emailing. I appreciate every word sent my way. I tell Lee about the emails I get and that everyone back home is praying for him. He also says thanks, even though he doesn’t really believe in God. However, he lets me pray at supper when I eat over there too. They are an amazing family and we are taking care of each other well. So, don’t worry about me. I am in good hands. I always have been.