So the evening went well, meeting
people, listening and telling God stories and hearing the hearts of this amazing
crew. Some stories were encouraging and exciting hearing all that God is doing
around the world, moving on the hearts of his kids to love, give, serve. While
others were heartbreaking as others were walking through the challenge of
following a father who promised never to leave us or forsake us, even through
the deepest valleys.
But in every story was the
consistent love of the father woven into every moment. From the volunteers to
the more permanent boat crew each member has a faith that God is leading and
providing. Their faith is inspiring to say the least.
I had been concerned about
my first open water crossing but the Lord provided a gentle swell and smooth
sailing. So, after hearing these great stories for faith, Julie and I stood on
the deck and after a few minutes watching
the waves lap quietly against the hull of the ship, the "Pacific Hope" came to
life. With one long blast from the horn, a
momentary shutter and a quick prayer from yours truly, the steel ship moved quietly out of the Port Vila Harbour and we set sail for Tanna.
I was deeply moved as I once again
realized the amazing grace of God and His wonderful plan for Julie and my life.
Here we are standing on board of the medical ship, Pacific Hope in the middle
of the South Pacific off the coast of Tanna, preparing to assist in any way
that the Lord and our director Mike wants us to.
The gentle rocking of calm seas encourage Julie and I to settle into our
bunks and drifted off to sleep. The gentle rocking along with the excitement
of the day provided the background to a restful and peaceful sleep.
How was the sail, you ask?
How was the overnight sail into the blackness of the South Pacific, you ask?
Uneventful…
... and that was good.
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