We left Brisbane, Australia on February 1st. We flew to Darwin and stayed at the COC (Christian Outreach Center) with a couple of other teams for two nights then finally headed to Jabiru. The “plan” was to stay in Jabiru for a night before crossing the East Alligator River. That night turned into three nights. With obstacles in our way, I’ll be the first to admit that I questioned whether we would ever make it to Oenpelli. We were hoping to be able to drive the troopie across a few puddles (I would call them rivers) then take the boat over the river and be picked up by our Aboriginal friends in Oenpelli.
However, once we crossed the 2 puddles (again, more like rivers) we found out that our ride on the other side couldn’t make it to the river. All the while, we still didn’t know where we were staying once we (hopefully) arrived in Oenpelli. On the third night in Jabiru, our team came together and prayed. We believed the Lord wanted us there. We trusted there was purpose in us going. We prayed that He would provide a way and a place to stay. Thirty minutes later, we received a text stating we had accommodations. This led to our flight… and by flight, I mean a tiny little plane with a ridiculous amount of cargo (i.e. our month’s supply of food).
So finally, 9 days after departing from New Zealand, we arrived to our destination. (video to come).
