As I type this we are on our 2nd leg of the journey- from Miami to Paris.
The plane is filled to capacity.
The minute we found our seats (thankfully all 12 of us are together) a family seated next to us caught my attention. It was a father and two small children. He had his hands full trying to occupy and corral his youngsters.Not too far into the flight we noticed our youngest group member had befriended the little boy. He had him tucked into his seat with him sharing his mini iPad. Jackson giggled when we asked him the child's name, "I don't know, he doesn't speak American!"
The child would sheepishly shy away when we tried to communicate with him.
A little while later, after unsuccessfully trying to doze I opened my eyes and spotted the young boy in the aisle next to my seat walking back and forth with his pillow. I held out my arms and he jumped in my lap.
I turned on my phone and pulled up some baby apps I had loaded for Harper and Reagan... We listened to animal sounds, matched geometric shapes, practiced our ABCs and Numbers.
The minute I turned off my phone he fell fast asleep...
He slept like this for a few hours until I passed him off to another group member.
While I held him as he slept I prayed God would be real to him and despite our language barrier God's love would be communicated to him.
As I held him it seemed like God was saying, "this is just the beginning. He's the first of many of my children you will encounter on this trip. Be prepared to minister to them my unconditional love.."
Oh yeah- I was able to communicate enough with his father to figure out his name was "Gitlo" and he is 3 years old.
For now I will leave you with these pictures of the sunrise as we approach the eastern skyline....
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