Travel Recap.

After 12 hours in the Atlanta airport, a 14 hour flight to Dubai, a 7 hour layover in Dubai, a 5 hour flight to Hyderabad, and an 8 hour bus ride we arrived in Ongole. The combination of jumping through three time zones, eating meals as the airlines gave them to us, and essentially skipping Wednesday, our bodies had no idea what day it was, let alone what time it was or what meal we should be hungry for.

The days of travel taught me patience, and let me find joy and hilarity in tiny moments. Alexis and I spent 3 straight hours playing Tetris against each other, indulging such nerdy conversations as "What's your favorite Tetris piece?" and singing, perhaps too loudly, to High School Musical. They made me thankful for my hilarious teammate Becca that will laugh with me and drink my cup of the gross, thick juice (that we dubbed mango soup) that the airline gave us. And they made me thankful for beautiful friends back home that gave up time to face-time me one last time while I hung out at airports and in weird arabic McDonalds.

The bus that picked us up in Hyderabad wasn't air-conditioned. The seats were a little bit on the dirty side, and it took us a laughable amount of time to figure out how to open the windows. 8 hours on this? It would have been easy to mope. But God quickly taught me a lesson in humility.

We drove through 'towns' comprised of shacks leaning against each other. We passed children walking along the side of the road barefoot. There was trash. Everywhere. 
Our bus was one of, if not the nicest vehicle I saw on the road. There were motorcycles driving inches from each other with multiple people loaded onto each. 

Was I hot? Yes But I sat on that bus, my headphones plugged into my fully loaded Ipod. I held my camera, undoubtably worth more than many of the houses we were passing, out the window and recorded it all. I propped my feet up and let the breeze try to cool me, and I slept, reviving my jet-lagged body. It was hot, and the water in my Nalgene felt close to boiling, but I still got a huge dose of humility. 

Then the Lord continued to provide. Our housing is above and beyond what any of us were expecting. Our bedrooms have air conditioning. Air conditioning! We have real toilets and running water (I'm learning to love bucket showers). The food here is cheap and delicious, and a security guard stands at our gate to make sure we are kept safe. I am surrounded by Godly women that love me and are teaching me daily. 

Yes Lord. I am humbled. And I am blessed. You are a provider, and you are showing me just how much you provide for me daily.