We made our way over a narrow pass, inches from a cliff. We were traveling on Death Road, dubbed the most dangerous road in the world. We were driving by bus through this risky mountain pass to get to the orphanage in the Bolivian mountainous jungles we would be living at for the month.

Photo credit goes to my awesome teammate, Simone Steele who bravely took these pictures out the window alongside the cliff on Death Road, Bolivia.

Aside from the terrifying, hair raising moments, the bus ride to Bolivia was like a dream and a promise to come, all at the same time. God whispered to my heart through the beautiful scenery the bus climbed through. Here is a picture of what it looked like (scary moments included-keep reading to find out our cliff edge experience on Death Road!)

The mountains are like the rolling hills of open, free, wild countryside that I’ve only dreamed of before to experience. The mountains are the stuff of dreams. The gray to black scaled rock face with ice and snow caps covered with a magical mist and the fog billowing over. Enveloped with the promise of more and the freedom in this wild, wide open space. Running though the open hills, free as ever, as in the vision God gave me.  (Psalm 18:19)

The name of Jesus is written on the rocks, calling to mind the verse that even the rocks will praise His name. The ledges of rocks go up and up, higher than I can imagine, to the clouds. The Creator of all is showing me more of His creation.

I look up to the hills. Where does my help come from? (Psalm 121) My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. My very being wants to cry out to God. The multicolored rock face turns into hues of ancient reds, burnt oranges and the words that Jesus heals and Jesus=Vida.  Life. Wild flowers spring up, jutting out of the rocks, glorifying their Creator with their beauty.  

Then we came upon a narrow, muddy pass we needed to drive through to continue on the road and this time I felt like a different kind of crying out. It had been raining; we arrived in the rainy season, so there was lots of mud and rushing water on the road. It was pouring over the edge of the cliff that we were a mere few inches from.

Then, the bus tiled to the left with a jolt as if it would fall over and I didn’t know if we were going to make it. I started praying to God, wondering if this is what it felt like to be close to certain death. God had just been talking to me about cliffs and trusting Him more.  Was this it?

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