Jessica: I'm Still Here

Some of you are probably thinking, "Isn't Jessica supposed to be on a plane right now?  How is she writing a blog?"  Our flight left at 6 A.M. this morning and my family and I weren't on it.  For your entertainment here is the story of our morning:

The day was finally here.  The day I had been working toward for so long was just beginning, and I was so ready.  The plane to to take me home was so close to me now I could almost see it.

Except I couldn't.

Because we were at the wrong airport.

If you're like me, you're wondering: how did a family of 3 full-grown adults find themselves at the wrong airport at 4 in the morning?  I will probably spend the better part of the next couple days pondering that.  But back to the story.

Our best bet was to hop in a taxi and book it to the right airport.  With 6 suitcases, 3 carry-ons and 3 backpacks we sprinted down the stairs, out the doors, and all the way up to the taxi at the front of the line.  We spent the hour ride in silence, all busy with our own prayers that things would work out.

One crazy taxi ride later (a special shout-out to our driver; he gave it everything he had to get us to the airport on time) we pulled up to the curb and jumped out.  I threw on my backpack and stole a luggage cart from a child (just kidding, I asked him very nicely for it) so we could carry everything more easily.  With the cart in one hand and a suitcase in the other I quickly and awkwardly maneuvered my way to the check-in line.  We stood there hopefully as our flight began to board.  When we got to the front desk I heard the words I had been dreading: "It's too late for this flight."

I hung my head as my flawless moving day was halted at 5:30 A.M.  We spent the next 20 minutes with the nicest airline employee I have ever met, and she hooked us up with a flight that leaves later today.  And here we sit!  Waiting to see if everything will work out in our Plan B.  I have a feeling it will, and if not, we still have Plans C through Z to work with.

I don't know how we missed such a big detail as the airport we were flying out of.  I don't know if God didn't want us on that flight or if we are just boneheads.  And I really don't know how God continues to work in mighty ways through boneheads like us.  Thankfully he does!  And I am still so humbled that he chose this bonehead to work with in the DR.

Here's some things I do know:

I know that despite the problems my family and I are supposed to be on this journey, and we will get there eventually.

I know that I will be listening to this song when the plane is landing in Santo Domingo.

I know that I have the greatest friends, both here and in the Dominican, who are working everything out for us and praying with us as we wait.

I know that my breakfast in about 10 minutes will be a burrito bowl from Chipotle.  There is no shame.

And I know now more than ever before that God has some monumental plans for this little country.  I have a friend who is getting ready to do mission work in South Korea, and when we were talking the other day she mentioned how she felt that God wanted to do something big in Korea very soon.  With excitement I told her I felt the same way about the Dominican Republic.  I can feel it in my bones, and deep within my heart.  The time is now; God is ready to move.  I am desperately urging you to join us in prayer as we wait on the Lord.  He won't come unless we ask him to, and he is anxiously waiting for our request.  Let's see what he can do.  Let's put all of our faith and trust in him, because he is worthy of it.

And then let's wait.