It’s Only the Beginning
I don’t think it really hit us until we were thousands of feet above the ground, flying over California, and getting “comfortable” for our fourteen hour flight to Central Asia. Tears began to fill my eyes as the realization of what our team was doing and the gravity of how much we would need the strength and guidance of Dad on this trip started to sink in.
Upon arrival to our location we were rushed into an elevator by a woman and were loaded into a van that would take us to our first destination, our hotel. We were all very jet lagged but also very excited as we passed huge skyscrapers and tried to communicate with our driver through technology and hand signals. We ended up staying at a local’s hotel and called this our home for the first week. Chopsticks, no contacts, unfamiliar land, and tiredness made us turn to Dad for strength and for Him to lead us on. We learned to cook rice and noodles in our hotel rooms, a little hesitant to eat what didn’t look recognizable on the streets, while short-circuiting the power in the hotel…. Oops. Exploring was breathtaking and the cultural differences were shocking as we tried to become accustomed to the culture and love on the people the best we could.
At last we met Jason, a gift from Dad, that led us to soup filed dumplings, an amazing skyline, and the hope that we were here for a reason. We were invited to our first fellowship where it was refreshing to look upon the One we serve and become more dedicated to the mission and cause. We celebrated Easter weekend as a family, with Jason of course, feeling the call of Dad to stay in our first city yet another week. There’s no doubt in my mind this will be an experience of a lifetime and we will learn that giving is better than receiving.
Michaela Ragsdale – DTS Student, January, 2015