In Panama

I'm not sure if we're far enough into our journey to warrant a blog post, but we're 5 hours into an 8 hour layover and I've got free Wi-Fi here at the airport, so why not?

We're not even to our final destination yet and I already feel like I'm functioning in a dream world. Some of you more well-traveled readers may chuckle at this, but it's amazing how differently I feel now that I'm surrounded by an unfamiliar language. It's like the rug got pulled out from under me and I don't have any familiar place to land. I can only image what it'll be like when we dive head-first into Bolivian culture, at least here in the airport we still have the luxury of Subway sandwiches.

I can only suspect that the farther removed we get from anything familiar, the further I'll have to rely on the Lord. I think sometimes, living in the comfortable ease of my hometown, I forget that there are other places, other people and other ways of life. I have to admit that sometimes I forget that God exists here in South America just as much as He exists back home in Phoenixville. I know it sounds silly but its an easy thing to forget when you're so far away and your overactive imagination has you imagining all sorts of overseas catastrophes. But the Lord is here with us and I know that the more I need Him, the more He'll be available to be a source of peace and security.

Please pray that our last flight (8 hours long) goes by fast and that we safely arrive in Santa Cruz and make it through customs without much difficulty.