All Hail, Liberia, Hail!
Two weeks ago I left the States to return to Liberia, with mixed emotions, after a 3+ month visit home. After being home for a long period of time I wondered how quickly I would adjust back to life in W. Africa and on the ship. My return to the ship began with a tearful good-bye in Tampa, Florida. I flew to Washington D.C and ran to my connection that would take me to Brussels, Belgium. In Brussels I would have a long layover before getting on a flight to Monrovia, the capital of Liberia.
While sitting on the plane in D.C., I felt a familiarity and soon realized that many of the people sitting around me were Liberians, living in the USA, returning to their homeland for the inauguration of the newly elected president. There was a festive mood and I immediately felt a connection to my fellow travellers. I was able to chat with them and felt included in their group of about 15. They asked about the ship and wanted to know more. One gentleman sitting behind was a doctor and wanted to see the ship. I told him I'd be happy to show him around while he was in Monrovia and he gave me his card. When I looked at the card his name was very familiar, I asked him, "any relation?" And he said quietly, "I'm her son". It seems I was sitting with Dr. James Sirleaf, the son of the new president of Liberia.
The flight from Brussels to Monrovia was full with many people planning on attending the inauguration of the first elected president since the end of a brutal civil war. Again, there was such a sense of excitement for what this means to their beloved country.
After over 30 hours of travelling, the wheels touched down on the runway of Roberts International airport and the majority of the passengers broke out in song, loudly singing the Liberian national anthem. All Hail, Liberia, Hail! It was very moving and brought a tear to my eye.
At that point I felt a reassurance that this is where God has me for this time.