It was our first year of marriage that Bill’s parents, Dr. Philip and Margaret Hust invited Bill and I to join them for a week in Bermuda. We were living in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, and there were daily flights to this lovely paradise island. We were most fortunate as the flight was only an hour, and we walked down the steps of the plane the sun was shining, and the taxi driver was waving his welcome sign. We met people from all over the world. A driver had been arranged to drive us all over the island. We enjoyed the calypso music everywhere we stopped to eat. We were able to watch a lot of cricket; Bermuda has a top notch cricket team. The food was great. We tasted the Hoppin’ John casserole made of papaya, rice, and peas. We had hash for dinner one night made from shark meat. I especially liked their sweet potato pudding that was made with orange juice. Bill and I took long walks while his parents had an afternoon nap. It was like we were on a honeymoon even though we were the guests of his parents. I met and talked with a couple of ladies in their colorful maid uniforms that were sitting outside the kitchen door during their break and I had the opportunity to share with them about when I accepted Jesus as my Savior.
Please pray for those living in Bermuda.