I apologize! I know my blog writing time gaps are ridiculous but I am a busy lady!
Just so I don’t leave you hanging… I guess I can finish what I started.
So this situation (from a observing position) was looking far from promising. My friend was obviously upset due to their need to use the bathroom and the fact that they were being lead by a night-vision challenged missionary tour-guide. We tread along, getting a free blow-dry with the pass of every speeding vehicle. In this predicament I couldn’t do anything… and I knew I needed to rely on my faith to get us through such a mess.
My friend was anything but joyful on the side of the lovely road of death and in no mood to discuss the possibility of happiness. As I continually tripped on rock after rock (praying that I wouldn’t discover a cobra) I started to sing praise music in my head. I began to pray and pray and PRAY that God would guide us safely home. I felt a heavenly presence guiding me towards what looked like a lot of heaven-sent lights and I encouraged my friend to trod along behind me.
As we grew closer to these lights my friend was obviously losing more and more steam… making me sing the tunes louder and louder in my head and asking her to do the same. We got closer to the next driveway, hoping it was our own. Once we arrived we came across a restaurant and billiards bamboo constructed bar in front of the road that lead to the Malaybalay city jail. By this point I wasn’t really jumping up and down at the discovery of the completely incorrect location. It isn’t exactly reassuring to realize you have gone the wrong way but we thankfully ran into a large group of kids- the eldest of which could speak fairly decent English.
After a scattered and slightly flustered brush with multilingual communication, the kids gave us some hope and told us we only had about 700 meters to backtrack. My friend was relentlessly determined to get home safely and we were completely faithful in knowing that the Lord would get us there. We started back down the side of Death Highway for about 30 seconds but we found ourselves being chased down by the group of kids. They completely surrounded us and told us they did not want us walking down the incredibly dangerous road by ourselves. Apparently people were robbed and killed on a regular basis right in the area we were walking in and I know I didn’t particularly want that to happen to us. Our safety posse escorted us safely back home and even agreed to attend church on our property the following Sunday.
Once we made it back to our dormitories our fellow teammates kindly informed us that they were about to call out a search party (it was close to 9 p.m. by this point). We told our Highway tale to everyone and were both completely in awe that God provided us with our miracle kids who protected and helped us in our hour of desperation. One person pointed out a something I wasn’t really registering… were those kids Angels? Were they divine messengers of the Lord sent to protect us? Did He send His righteous army to cloak us in love and shield us from harm? I can’t help but grin and wonder- was that an angelic encounter?
