It's been said seeing is believing, but even though we see it, it is still hard to believe we are finally in Gabon. After 2 ˝ years of preparation the reality of where we are has yet to sink in.
The Lord’s presence has been so obvious in these last several days. Thank you all so much for your prayers. Once in Atlanta we checked in and were able to obtain our tickets and seats, all of us sitting together. We then underwent the arduous task of getting everyone and everything through security. We really pushed the limit with carryon bags, not once were we questioned, or requested to weigh or measure our bags (or count them for that matter.) While in Paris, Emma toppled over backwards out of her chair do to the overpowering weight of her backpack. She quickly ceased the opportunity to provide a laugh break, lying on top of her backpack arms and legs failing like an overturned crab.  Our flights went smoothly, our prayer was that our foot lockers had made it on to the same plane we did in Paris. Once in Libreville, we were pleased to see friends excitedly waving from the waiting area as we walked off the plane, unfortunately it would be a several of hours before we would see them again. It took us a couple of hours to get through the immigration process. Long lines and an “all the time in the world” philosophy were thankfully the only reason for hold-up. With the help of a Gabonese pastor, Pastor Songoi, this process was completed and we moved on to baggage claim. There, all 10 of our pieces were circling around on the conveyer belt, untouched waiting to be claimed. One more step remained, getting all of our luggage past the final customs check point, where they search everything. We were able to walk all 10 checked pieces, all 5 large carry-on pieces, and all 5 extremely large personal items (who are we kidding they were full size carry-ons), and 2 bags through customs without a single bag even being touched and no duty charged. God is so good, thank you for praying. Emma’s first experience in Gabon was unfortunately with a bathroom. With tearstained eyes she joyfully entered the only bathroom available, only to be met with the fact that there was no toilet paper to use and no soap to wash with. She somehow found it within herself to not let it bother her, too much, and handled it like a pro.Upon exiting the secure area of the airport we were greeted by the hooting and whistling of a very excited, banner bearing missionary “gang.” All the hugs and greetings, quickly over shadowed the bathroom experience and the long hours of waiting.  Today Tim and the boys went to help unload a shipment of Operation Christmas Child boxes that were being prepared to ship all across Gabon. How exciting to see those boxes on this side of the ocean. Later we headed to the beach and dinner with the Brokopps, Solvigs and Straws, for a time of getting to know each other and letting all the kids (9 in all) get acquainted. We head to Bongolo early Wednesday morning, with Tim & Meredith Brokopp, and Steve Straw. Pray as we make this drive for the first time, and for favor in the eyes of the police, as we travel. Thank you all so much!
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As we traveled, we were keenly aware of all the sacrifices that had to be made by others for us to even be on our way. So many of you have made the sacrifices of relationship, finance and prayer, we are so grateful for your partnership with us and your service to God. 