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Normally, I wouldn’t have been amused.  Instead of laughing about our chicken bus heading even farther down a bumpy dirt road on the unfamiliar island, the constant feeling that we were leaving behind any hope of cell service and making the 5:30 ferry back would have been a little more disturbing.  Actually, I should have been a bit more worried that we might not have made it back for curfew, but it was because of the delays, flat tire,  uncertainty, the relief when unexpected angels came by and turned a 4+ hour journey by multiple buses into a taxi ride that lasted less than an hour that yesterday was the best day I’ve had in a really long time.  Only because the waves were so big that they carried (and carried out) the risk of completely soaking us did we truly enjoy standing on the balcony in the front of the boat where there is a price to pay for an awesome view. 

Instead of dividing us as is often the case when complications arise, each little twist gave us something new to laugh about and a greater God story to tell once we emerged from the other side.
It’s worth reminding ourselves that pacing wears out ones legs without making any progress.  Waiting takes the same amount of time regardless of how much fun is being had, but the story told afterward might have a bit of a different tint.   I like this way better.