The Journey Begins

It was finally here. Friday, July 9th, 4:00 a.m. Our final destination was Tula, Mexico. We had plans to travel to Brownsville to sleep for the night. Of course - in true Mexican style - we did not leave on time. We loaded up the trailer in the rain and finally headed south. We had a great trip down - just enjoying each other's company and getting more and more excited as we talked about our plans for our week in Tula. Little did we know that Satan was already at work against us at the border. After spending our first night in Brownsville, we were up early Saturday morning ready to head to the border. When we arrived, we hit several roadblocks. Fortunately, Satan is stupid and God is in control. He worked out some of the problems as we sat on the steps at the border office with our expectations for the week melting in the heat. After being turned away three times, we headed back to the MOC (Missions Outreach Center) to regroup. We contacted a friend at home (Thanks, Bob!) who helped us get some paperwork in order so that we could head to the border the next morning. Since we were spending another night in Texas, we had a round-table discussion with all the VBS teachers and Craft leaders/helpers. We learned all of the crafts for the week and had fun talking and learning more about each other.

We got up early the next morning, loaded up the trailer (again), and headed back to the border. We had TONS of people back home praying for God to intervene for us at the border. And He did just that. We got the green light and headed to Tula!!! We will never know exactly why God delayed us for a day, but we've got our theories. You see, one of our younger team members had a problem with her passport and was denied a visa. So she and her mom, Veronica, headed back across the border to work out the problem. On their way across the bridge, they were offered a ride (the bridge is long and it was HOT!). On the short ride back to the U.S., Veronica shared Christ with this man and he accepted!!! It shows me just how important one person is to my God, that He would hold up 21 people at the border so that one man would accept Him. God is good.