Katherine Livingston
Katherine Livingston sat in the chair, almost incapable of containing the excitement she had, adrenaline pumping through as she stared out the window. In front of her was a clear sky with a clash of beautiful patchy colors forming odd-shaped fields of the landscape below. Her eyes widened at the sight of a crystal sea stretching as far as the eye could see as the aircraft rode the coastline of Oaxaca, Mexico. As the plane’s nose tipped towards the destination, she tried to locate her Christian mission’s base camp. Livingston’s stomach rose upward as the wheels connected with the pavement,…