In the last post I wrote about a missionary in the Amazon rainforest. Like you might expect, it was raining. And the story continues today as we find out more about last week’s missionary.
The hot, Brazilian air filtered through the open windows as fans spun furiously in a vain attempt to cool off the simmering afternoon. Kylie sat at her desk describing the past days’ activities. Early that morning she had flown back from the small, jungle village where she and Arnold had been. Arnold, who ran the mission compound she was staying, was teaching her the art of flying airplanes in the hazardous, jungle country!
“Well.” She noted to herself. “Flight seven is over. Sadly. I miss them already!”
She’d only been back four hours. Unpacking the plane, doing laundry, and taking a quick nap had occupied her time until lunch. But after the noonday meal, she was free. Her thoughts went immediately to the people she had just visited and so she had slipped to her room and was penning the words that filled her mind.
It was a particularly humid day and she could feel the sweat running down her back. But she ignored it. She was too busy describing her situation in her writing. She was turning the sights, smells, and sounds of Brazil into black letters on her journal’s pages. The village she had just visited was pictured in words as best she could explain it. The smell of lunch that day wafted into sentences as she felt the contentment of good food. The clock in the main room below her striking two o’clock and the excited giggles of a group of kids watching it were recorded onto the page. Her heart carried her mind away as she imagined the wild, jungle world she had found herself in.
Brazil. The Amazon. It was the most amazing place.
Images of laughing children danced through her mind as did startling scenes of starving people. She heard their delighted welcoming calls and exuberant singing. She caught a glimpse in her mind of the red, orange, and yellow clothes that the people loved so well. Yet she also remembered dirt towns filled with crumbling shacks and diseased people. Laughter. Tears. Dancing. Sickness.
Kylie starred at her journal, looking at what she had written.
“I have more in the suitcase I brought here than many of these people have in all their things put together. And I feel as though I am majorly doing without. They live in a world where poisonous snakes and poverty-stricken people are common. They don’t even know what a hot shower is and yet so many of them live with such joy and work with such vigor that you would think they know some secret about life.“
“But that’s just it.” Kylie whispered to herself. “I think they do know a secret. Those that know Jesus know life is not about right now. So like Paul is always saying in his letters, we can be content because God is leading us down the right path! It may look tough and rocky but it is getting us where God wants us! That’s what He’s done with me. I didn’t decide to head down this path, He lead me to it. And it is wonderful that He did!”
A knock sounding on the door startled Kylie and grabbed her attention from her journal.
“Can I come in?” Sandra, a worker at the mission, called through the closed door.
“Sure! Come on in!” Kylie exclaimed.
“Good afternoon!” Sandra greeted.
“Hey!” Kylie turned to her friend with a grin. “What’s up?”
“We have a new mission.” Sandra announced.
“What is it this time?” Kylie wondered, as her heart gave a thump of anticipation.
“We have more supplies to send to the first village you flew to.” Sandra explained. “Arnold wants to get the supplies to them by tomorrow afternoon.”
Kylie nodded, remembering the village of people that she had first visited. They were friendly and kind. Since it was a long flight, the pilots always had to spend the night at that village. The people were delighted to have the pilots stay and their sharing and hospitality quickly made Kylie feel at home. Because it had been her first real mission flight, the first day she had been a little dazed. However, their hospitality had chased the dazed feelings away and the thought of seeing them again was wonderful indeed.
“Arnold wanted you to start packing right after breakfast tomorrow. It’s likely to be a little bit cloudy that morning. He thinks it’ll be fine but you want to be ready just in case he decides to leave earlier than planned.”
“Ok, I can do that!” Kylie grinned.
Sandra laughed. “You’re not too tired after the last flight?”
“I won’t be by tomorrow! I’m too excited to be tired!”
“Well ok! Arnold said he’ll meet you today before lunch at the shed.” Sandra smiled. “You’ve got more energy than me! I sure wouldn’t want two flights in a row!”
Kylie grinned. “I’ve dreamed of this since I was nine. I love flying.”
Sandra shook her head and laughed. “Well, it’s your gift. That’s for sure. And I’m very glad you love it! The world needs all kinds.”
“Yes it does.” Kylie laughed as she felt excitement bubbling up inside of her.
She loved flying and always had. When she was younger she had spent hours on end watching planes and learning everything she could about them. By the time she finished high school she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to fly planes. But she had never expected that desire would take her to the amazon.
And yet she hadn’t been disappointed. As she prepared her backpack with the supplies she would need for another flight, she grinned to herself and whispered,
“I know it’s hard work, but I love this! I mean, I’m flying and discovering a whole new world! But more than that . . . ” She looked down at her diary at the words scrawled across the page. “I’m helping people and that’s the best adventure of all!”
But little did she know what adventure she was just about to find herself in!
To be continued soon . . .
What adventures have you had lately? How do they show God’s guidance in your life?