We’d spent four days without a bath, and no food, in rickety buses down rolling hills in Guinea. We were spent. Beyond physical exhaustion, we were emotionally drained. It was visible in attitudes, speeches, and several nerves on edge.
The journey, however, had to continue because we had a few days to end the tour. Once at the border of Gambia, we met an angel, a customs officer who offered us a place to bathe, get refreshed, and charge our phones. That was the first time in almost a week we felt normal.
The entrance to Gambia was a place to refresh, forget Guinea’s stress and prepare for the mandate ahead.
The four days on the sprawling hills of Guinea tried our faith and patience. At the end of those four days, an angel presented Ms. Vivian and Mr. Joel with two lemons each. It’s significant because, at that point, we’d spent four days on an unending road. We also had two more countries left on tour. She had a dream that same night where an angel asked her if she’d taken the citrus and if she shouldn’t forget to eat it.
According to Ms. Vivian, on the day of departure from Ohio, she had given two baby gifts to a flight attendant who was pregnant with twins who divinely was from Senegal, the last country of the tour. Something was significant about the extraordinary journey from Guinea and the entrance to Gambia. Glory be to God