A Long Ride...

Right now we are just leaving Montgomery, Alabama. We have about 4 hours left until we reach camp hope (No stops). The only way to describe this ride is, “wow, I don’t want to do that again.” Those attitudes will be overcome when we see all the destruction and all that needs to be accomplished. It makes a 24 hour drive seem not so bad when you see that all that someone owned was taken out in a storm. Your total perspective changes when you realize just how much these people have lost. During the first half of the trip we did not make k good of time as we needed, but we made up for it in the second half. We are looking at about a 10:00 arrival. There is an hour time difference here. If it is 4:00 in Delaware it is 3:00 here. All the vehicles made it here fine. We have had hardly any problems at all. It is fun for me to sit back and watch the techniques of each driver for their way of keeping themselves awake. We couldn’t get the bus’ ac to run correctly for the first while, but thanks to the ingenuity of Mr. Dave Dittrick we now have ac in all vehicles. Some even complain that they were cold on the bus. Our plans are to scout out our jobs today, possibly purchase some materials, pray over the homes we are going to be working on, and tonight have a awesome worship service. Right now the local time is 4:49 and in the truck with me is Pastor Rob, Bryan Simon, and My Mom, Marcia. Bryan and Mom are catching up on some sleep so they will be well prepared for the day, Pastor Rob singing along to a Jeremy Camp CD to keep him awake and just to worship the Lord. I figured I would use this time to type a journal of the day to post when we find internet.

Now it is 10:30 here and we are driving down along the gulf coast viewing all the destruction. Some areas have been restored and some casinos are functioning. Pastor Rob described it best. It is like they are putting band-aids on a wounded body. You would think that a year later things would be back to normal, but there is still piles of debris everywhere and buildings without a first floor. The destruction is indescribable. Along what was a barren gulf coast last time there are houses starting to sprout, but those are few and far between. What I see cannot be put into words.