June 23 - in the air

Well, I'm on the plane bound for Lilongwe. I almost didn't catch it because I didn't realize that this flight's final destination is Lubumbashi, and all they announced was "Flight to Lubumbashi, now boarding." Thankfully, there were observant airport employees who noticed that I was sitting at the gate after almost everyone else had gone. They got me where I needed to go, but all of my flights have been delayed by over an hour, so I'm hoping that I still get picked up in Lilongwe!

I haven't been able to get in touch with Mom since Rome (and I'm not even sure I got her then, because she didn't respond to my text) because my international cell phone didn't work in Addis. I am going to try to find an internet cafe in Lilongwe as soon as I can so I can let everyone know I'm ok. I am just praying that my family isn't worried about me. I know I'm fine.

Man, this jet lag stuff is rough. I was so tired and disoriented when I was boarding this plane that I got dizzy and almost fell down the steps up to the door. So far I've been flying for over fifteen hours and have moved seven hours ahead in time zones. So it's about 3AM or 4AM to my body right now. I was able to sleep a couple of hours while it was dark after we left Rome, but I am so exhausted now I can hardly stand it.

I know it's my fatigue that's making me anxious right now, but it's still not a pleasant feeling. I just keep reciting Psalm 121 to myself. I just want to be able to get in touch with Mom and make it to Ministry of Hope. Then I'll be able to relax and do what I came to do. And maybe sleep too.