Wake Up Calls

December 18, 2011

Sitting at breakfast [whatever day that was...I'm so confused] I said, "you know what would make this trip perfect?...if "the Help" came on the plane television." Well...God honored my wishes or either the flight attendant was in Cracker Barrel because I have now watched "The Help" three times.

I am pretty sure everyone on this plane wonders why we are here, manly because we are the only Americans...and white people at that on this flight.The man beside me asks a lot of questions. The man informant of us is literally laying on Kelsey, his seat is so leaned back(six hours of this, I remind you).

We had dinner on this flight...WAKE UP CALL!!! Don't think either of us ate more than three bites. Sad part is, it is gourmet compared to the world we are about to enter into. They don't give us ice unless we ask and even then its one cube. The block of cheese was very much aged. The salad dressing (vinegar and mustard) was sooo bad, we gaged. The "chicken":, welll....it looks like chicken guts. The water comes in a cool jello looking container which has entertained me. For snack we first had what seemed like communion crackers and then realllyyy yummy ice cream. While we prayed for our meals we had to assume God knew our hearts because we were laughing out of control.

How ironic is it htat we are dreading the food that will be provided for us the next two weeks, while parts of Africa are currently going through the largest famine ever. I take everything about my life for granted.

We are now about twenty minutes from landing. My wake up call soon begins. Praying Gods quickly adjust me and prepares my heart in a mighty way.  should probably be praying our hick accents don't scare everyone too bad.