We arrived in El Alto Bolivia at 5:00 AM on July 4th. Happy Independence Day courtesy of the World Race. I was overwhelmed by all of the men in uniforms, the altitude (13,300 feet), nobody speaking English, and needing to pee but not being able to get to the bathroom. I survived, don’t worry. We made it past customs and had a Bolivian man pick us up from the airport. Our contact, Jack, had sent him and he spoke no English. His name was Sanchez and he was the sweetest. He got us breakfast and phone cards and then put us on the bus to Rurrenabaque.
The route that the bus was taking from La Paz to Rurrenabaque was down the “World’s Most Dangerous Highway”. The literal name of the highway is DEATH ROAD. I had been very nervous about it since I found out that we would traveling on it. The road is on the sides of mountains, has only one lane at some points, is dirt or gravel, and has no guardrails. However, as soon as we got on the road a very thick fog set in. I couldn’t see ten feet away from me so I couldn’t see the cliffs or how high we were. It was as if God was saying “Stop worrying and just trust me”. My fear was gone. Every once in a while, the fog would clear slightly and I could see the beautiful mountains. I could look down into the valleys and off the cliffs without being fearful.
Sometimes, I get frustrated with God because He only reveals a little part of my future to me at a time and I have to be patient. The fog was a reminder that God doesn’t show me the whole picture because I would be terrified. He reveals it little by little when I am ready and can enter into it without fear. When God does reveal a new piece of his plan for me it is always worth the wait because it is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
We have arrived in Rurrenabaque after a TWENTY EIGHT hour bus ride and love our host family and ministry. I love you all and appreciate all of your sweet encouragements.
Ciao from Rurre!
Jessica
