Tusting God

Breck had asked me in advance to be a driver.  The only requirement was to not be timid.  I now know what he means.  Most of the people here do not have a driver's license or even know about driving rules.  The few traffic lights that are here are turned off to conserve electricity.  The "chicken buses" take the right-of-way, the motorcycles have their own rules, and everyone else has a "mutual understanding" of who goes first.  But the hardest part is driving in the mountains. People are eveywhere walking.  Most walk in the road, and many have cows trailing along in back.  Today we were coming down the mountain when a cow led a little girl out into the traffic.  She was holding on as best she could,  but was no match for such a large animal.  Fortunately, everyone was able to stop.  We cannot imagine letting our children do such a dangerous thing.  But that is life here.  As I drive, I have no idea what is around the next curve.  All I can do is trust God that he will protect us, and protect those who live here from the Lakeside visitors unaccustomed to driving in such chaos.  Tomorrow we will go back on the same mountain.  Tomorrow will be another reminder of how much we trust God.
Scott Kirk