It really wasn't that odd ...

to be riding in a broken down taxi van with sixteen people crammed into seating for eight. That strikes me as funny. We catapulted along at a speedy 30 miles per hour stopping every six miles or so to retie the back hatch which was holding my back rest in place and keeping me from flipping out of the back of the van. I guess the oddity of it to me is that it wasn't strange, nor was I irritated with the fact that the trip normally only takes fifty-five minutes (when I drive myself) and on this day it was taking over three hours. My how we change and adapt to different circumstances and surroundings. When considering this, I find it difficult to fit Togo into my logical construct. It seems no longer foreign to me, yet, isn't it supposed to be? It seems now to be an extension of my "known" world, as if it was a new state remotely conjoined to the good 'ol US of A (like, perhaps Hawaii or something). My what an interesting journey God has taken us upon. I wonder if Abraham ever found himself saying that to Sarah? I wouldn't trade it for anything, though. To see Him changing lives and freeing the enslaved daily and getting to play even a small part in it is more than I could have imagined.