On March 29 at 9 pm my team got on a bus with 2 other teams leaving Medellin, Colombia. We were all meeting in Bogota for a few days before leaving for Greece.
I sat next to my friend Sean on the bus. I wasn’t feeling awesome but was enjoying meeting up with other friends I hadn’t seen in a month. Sean and I talked about the month and all the things that had happened and watch a movie on my laptop. Around 11 pm I was wanting to go to bed so we turned off the movie. I curled up in my seat and feel asleep pretty quickly.
About an hour later I woke up feeling horrible. I asked Sean to let me out because I thought I might be sick. He stood up to let me out. Then I threw up all over myself, the seats, and our bags.
Yeah. That happened.
Then something beautiful happened.
Everyone around me on the bus who was awake started taking care of me. From doing my hair, to finding me new clothes, to cleaning up the mess, those around me did what needed doing with grace and love.
I was floored by the complete outpouring of the love of Christ through my squad. I’m can’t remember being this well loved.
I’ve realized this was a physical representation of Christ’s love for me and His assurance that I have worth in Him. Who knew that getting sick on the bus would be a beautiful example of love?
