7-17
Woke up early and packed up camp. We had a kid´s service at 7:30 again. The kids are sooo precious. Then we just waited around for our planes to arrive. I was on the third flight. While we were waiting, my friend Graciani (a little boy about eight) came and sat beside me on the luggage. He had a small Gospel of John, but he couldn´t read it. So I opened it up and started reading it to him. Then about 3 or 4 other people gathered around. It was soo soo cool reading the Bible to them. I think that it was probably the first time that anyone has ever read from the Bible to Graciani. God spoke to my heart so much through all of these kids.
It was so sad telling the people goodbye. Over the week, I made good friends with a lady named Carlita. She must have given me five hugs and kisses before I left. When I climbed into the airplane, she came up to the window and kissed the window. I was crying like a baby. There is just something special about these people. I think that God is breaking my heart for them. There´s just something about people who have never heard of Jesus before. We took off and of course I was crying and sniffling. It was Me, Whitney, Seth, and Caleb. Whit and I were in the back seats with luggage crammed in front of us. The flight back was WOOOWW. Seth is working on getting a pilot´s license, and the pilot let him fly. All of the sudden, the nose dipped down and we were heading straight for the river. I looked over and Whitney was throwing up into a bag. At the right second, he straightened it out and there we were, flying about five feet over the river. It was so cool. Everything was rushing by so fast. There was a wall of trees in front of us. It got closer, and closer, and closer, and then in the nick of time we shot straight up. It was so scary but exciting. The pilot had told him to do it the whole time. Lol.. Whitney liked it after she realized she wasn´t going
to die. hahaha.. I was so glad to walk on solid ground again though. When we arrived in Shell, we took a taxi to Puyo and then from Puyo took a public bus home to Macas.The whole 2 1/2 hour bus ride I was thinking, "Oh Bekah.... don´t throw up, don´t throw up." It was so hot and stuffy. From Macas we went to Sucúa in a taxi. It was SOO good to be home. The first thing I did was to take a cold shower. I was so hot in the bus. Then we went to eat somewhere. I ordered a huge chicken salad. IT was WONDERFUL to eat fresh vegetables after having eaten only boiled or grilled meat and boiled yucca, platano, and papachina all week. Then I got to talk to my dad for a long time on the phone. It was great to get to talk to him. I´m looking forward to my mom visiting in a week.

