Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Surviving the roads of San José


It is so encouraging when someone tells me that (s)he is praying for me.  (S)he usually does not specify what (s)he actually prays for – our ministry, my family in Georgia, my health, David, my marriage, our safety, etc.  I will take all the prayers that I can get for all areas of my life, but a prayer that I feel is being said for me is for safety.

Whenever I sit around with a group of friends down here, they can all go around the table and share tales of when they have been held up, carjacked, or have had their house broken into – multiple times!  The thought of any of those scenarios scares me quite a bit.  I have never had anything like that happen to me down here, in Mexico, or in Georgia, and the possibility of someone breaking my car window to steal my purse while stopped at a traffic light is frightening.

I definitely feel God’s protection when we are driving down here.  The highway is alright, but the side streets are atrocious.  The potholes, unpainted speed bumps, faded paint lines separating traffic lanes, sewer drains without covers, lack of traffic lights, motorcyclists weaving between lanes, poorly lit roads, driving down dark roads where pedestrians, people on bicycles, and dogs dart across the middle of the street, and driving in the daily rain is enough to drive me crazy.  I am amazed that in the 14 months that we have lived here, we have only suffered a fender bender while in a taxi and two flat tires.

I shouldn't leave out the earthquakes, a natural disaster that - while there have been a handful of tremors during our time here - I have only felt two and not suffered any damage.

Thank you for praying for our safety and please continue to do so!