Praying got me up the mountain and my favorite song of course: "I was created to worship you, love and adore you, bow down and bless your holy name. From the rising of the sun until the going down of the same. Your name is to be praised." I sang and whispered all the way up the mountain, stopping to just tell God thank you. On the way up, there were several single homes and families enjoying their simple lives. We stopped and prayed with them as well as gave them food. It was a beautiful sight to see.
Many mission groups have not made it all the way to Bouvier. I made it. When we were about to go up the last hill, Joseph stopped and pointed, "see that there? That's the school." I began to weep and felt a burst of energy. I tried to run and almost fell. I made it to the door and dropped to me knees. I could not even begin to describe how I was feeling. My heart was whole and I rejoiced. Tired, exhausted, weak ... it was such an intense pilgrimage but well worth it. The air up the mountains is cooler which is a relief. Carrefour was so hot. I've never sweat so much in my entire life.