The first thing I wanted to see was the ocean from the plane’s window. Painted with greens and blues, swirled and streaking around islands, I was amazed. No picture or video or any amount of words could capture its beauty.
I found this to be true as I went throughout the day in the DR. Covered in cement, dirt, sunburn, and sweat, we found ourselves being pulled around by the hands of the excited, smiling, beautiful Dominican children. We sang songs and asked questions in our marred Spanish, but the accepting children smiled and somehow understood what we meant.
You know that feeling when you don’t know whether you should laugh, cry, dance, get on your knees, sing, or sit in silence? I felt that on Wednesday. GOD speaks through language barriers, HE teaches through music and dance. As we stood singing in two different languages, what might sound like chaos sounded beautiful to me.
So, I sit here on my balcony, overlooking the ocean, tennis courts, soccer field, and the city one last time before we leave. This trip was nothing I expected but everything I could have hoped for. These twelve beautiful people who I had never met before treated me with a kindness and acceptance that I have found in no other group, and that is what impacted me most.
At the beginning of eleventh grade, I said that I wanted something more, and as great as this “more” was, it just… roused my apatite, so to speak.
John 3:30 “HE must become greater and greater; I must become less and less.”
Molly Cooke
That’s awesome Molly! So encouraging!