So here we are a month into living in a foreign country, learning a new language and ultimately following what we know God has planned for us. I wish I could give you a detailed instruction sheet of exactly how to use the buses here in Quito, but it really is not that simple. You cannot just look at your phone and google when the bus leaves, where to meet it and what stops it takes. The first time we got on the bus, all we knew was that the bus station we wanted was called “Ofelia” and that there were a bunch of people standing around on the median so that was most likely a bus stop. When the bus stopped we jumped on. At first, no one took our money and we looked around wondering what was up. About ten minutes into our ride a lady came by and took our money and we prayed that she was honest, because we had no idea the cost.
In the end the bus ride turned out great. We got to “Ofelia” and then found the bus marked for the area of Quito we live in. Yes, we did miss our stop because we didn’t know we had to press the stop button and at the time had no clue why they didn’t take anyone’s money on the second bus but ultimately we made it to our destination and saved $9.30. Now we get on the bus fairly regularly, though if it is somewhere new the bus ride usually begins with us shouting a name of an area of town into the bus we think it is and them either shaking their head or nodding for us to come aboard. When we step off the bus even when we know we are close to are destination we do so in faith that we are not in the wrong part of town where tall white gringos such as my husband should not be. At times we are unsure of which stop or if it is the correct bus to take, but so far God has been gracious and so have the people here.
He replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
I have been reflecting on this concept of faith and it is a difficult one. Justin and I didn’t realize how much faith it took to get us here until we were here. We know that all the faithful people who are supporting us back home have truly changed our lives and our faith. Not only would we not be here today if it had not been for them, but it has truly changed our attitude and perspective knowing that we have people back home supporting us and believing in us. This journey is truly not something that we could do on our own no matter how much we think that we can.
I think getting to Quito felt a little bit like that first bus ride. We knew that we should take the bus because it was much cheaper but we were not quite sure of exactly what the bus ride was going to look like. I know that even at my young age, I have probably missed a few small buses or maybe some major ones as well as taken a few I probably should not have. I know that there were times where I didn’t have enough guts to reach out and get on that bus because I was not 110% sure of the destination (or it did not completely stop as it to be a popular occurrence here). Here in a foreign country I cannot remember the last time I was 100% sure on anything that was going to or supposed to happen. There have been a few bumps in the road or unexpected stops, but that is okay.
Now that we are here in South America, we cannot say that it has been the easiest but at the same time we truly do not have any complaints. Yes, things are different and culture shock is a true thing. Right now we are praying that as we go through language school and ultimately prepare to live and be here that we continue to have faith to get on the bus wherever it may lead us (no matter how crowded and hot it may be).