7-9-08

8 am
Costa Rica

Whoa, I’ve got a lot to write. After going to bed I tossed and turned all night. I finally got up to use the bathroom. As soon as I stood up I knew I was about to vomit. I ran outside towards the sink. I missed, but my second one made it to the sink. It was about to in the morning. I found a water bottle, toothbrush, and toothpaste to cleanse my mouth. I cleaned up what missed the sink and nearly collapsed on the floor. I was miserable.
I woke up again feeling nauseous but once again weak and dead. We were driving to a new city where we’re ministering about an hour away. We stopped at a gas station to use the bathroom, but there wasn’t one so we kept going. There was a tour bus in front of us, and out of nowhere it went off the rode and into a bolder on the side of the mountain. It was appalling.
We came to a stop and a lot of us got off the bus to try and help. We pulled people out of the totaled bus and threw luggage off the bus. What happened was the breaks had gone out and as they started to go off the rode the driver jumped off and told everyone to brace themselves. If he wouldn’t have jumped off the bus he certainly would’ve died.
Some people had broken bones and had gashes in their head. One man lost his thumb and we could see one man’s skull. I searched for supplies on the bus to use. We pulled water, baby wipes, the first aid, sheets and pillow off our bus to help. We gave them our water bottles as smoke came from the bus into their lungs.
We used the first aid and baby wipes to prevent bleeding as much as we could. We used pillows to prop people upon. Mine got covered in blood and I no longer have a pillow. We held up sheets to keep them out of the sun to keep them as calm as possible.
No one died. It was about half an hour until an ambulance finally arrived. The most important thing we did though was pray. You could totally feel god’s presence and peace there. It was amazing. We prayed for them and even with them. One man accepted Christ right there.
If we hadn’t stopped to try and find a bathroom, we wouldn’t have been right there to help. Praise God. He diffidently had a divine appointment for us.
When we finally did get to our destination, we split up and did two separate programs and then came together for another one before our night service.
I felt like throwing up the whole time. It was bad, but I still danced and did the programs. When we got to the church for the night service, I was done. I was waiting by the bathroom for the hurl that never came. I finally just laid down in the back of the service and crashed out.
I woke up throughout the service, wishing I could be part of it. I know it was amazing. They did puppet master and I heard the prayers during the altar call and got mad. Why did I have to feel so dead? I was frustrated beyond belief. I couldn’t eat dinner so I went straight to bed. I feel better now. I’m excited to get back into the ministry. We’re doing street ministry with a huge local team. It should be awesome.