Today was my first day of international travel for the summer of 2006.
I started the morning standing in a church parking lot in Maryland at 4:40am with people I hardly knew and ended the day standing in a circle holding hands on the beach in Grenada with five people sharring the beautiful moments of the day together and whispering "Thank you God." while exhaling the warm spicy air.
The cool breeze of the holy spirit washed over our bodies as it was pushed from the sea with the waves and the lights from St. George glistened from the dark hills as if all the stars in the sky had grouped close to one another to worship and pray togteher as well. The Island strays had even followed us to the beach to see the lord.
On the way back we met a Grenadian man who told us to slow down, forget the invasion, and advocate for his people.
This day was poetic from the Mangos in the fridge when we arrived to the isolation and familian relationships placed on this rock, as the Grenadian man said, by the vast Atlantic. And I am small, and I thank God for sand in my new flip flops and the bruise on my arm from the Tetnus Shot. And I thank God for air conditioning and sleep. Amen.
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