To the ends of the earth

I am officially the worse fly-er ever. Here's a list of things I didn't do right.
1. My best friend, Kristine drove me to LAX airport and we got lost a good 4 times.
2. My bug spray found its way into my carry on. (Doesn't fly with the no liquids in carry on rule)
3. I was in Terminal 52A instead of 59A.
...Well, no wonder e3 advised us to show up 3 hours earlier than our departure!

Wowwwww, it hasn't hit me that I'm going to Africa. This is one of my biggest dreams. I feel like I'm going alone but not really. God is with me, always. Plus, I will meet some of the team in Amsterdam. I'm excited beyond comprehension. From this mission trip, I want to gain more of God's vision and love for people. I want to bring hope to Tanzania. I am ready.

(On the airplane) I didn't know how brutal the flight would be. The last time I flew was an hour flight to Vegas and that in itself made me want to hurl. I know, such a sissy! Thankfully, I wasn't nauseous throughout the 22 hours of travel time. I actually enjoy flying! After the take off, I saw buildings and people but as we flew higher, it turned to neighborhoods. Flying higher, I saw brown and blue clumps here and there. And eventually the view was infinite, coated with fluffy clouds from every direction. I know most of you have flown before but I can't believe how detailed everything is. I love seeing God's blueprint of His creation.