Today marks a week since we arrived in the Canary Islands. It is just the weirdest life we are living! We have entered into a completely different world. A different dimension where most meetings start with worship, and my peers come from all over the world. I’m loving all of it, but I’m still surprised every day, again and again, at all the quirks of ship life.
I need a little more time to get used to:
- having no idea what someone just said to me, even when they speak English. Australian, UK, and English accents…they’ve been tricky.
- the slurping, sucking sound of the evac waste management system. EVERY time you run the water or flush the toilet. I still brace myself for the sound of it.
- waking up in the dark no matter what time of day it is: we didn’t score a cabin with windows.
- Having ships and cranes replace houses and streets outside.
- Waking up at the crack of dawn if I want to eat: breakfast is from 6:30-7:30.
- Cute children everywhere, every evening! I love it!
- being the new girl!!
It’s been comforting to realize I’m among people that understand my story and why I’m here. I hear story after story of leaving jobs, cars, homes and family behind to answer a call to serve. In the same way that Ruben and I had a string of perfectly timed events that brought us right to the gangway of this ship, there are dozens and dozens of similar stories. Families and individuals alike that felt an urge inside to do something crazy, but didn’t think it would be possible.
The stories continue to ring so familiar in my ears. Recountings of events that led people to realize they actually weren’t in control, but were being led by a truly good God. A God who can see the big picture, the full image on the puzzle box, when all we can see is a mess of jumbled pieces that look impossible to connect. As blessings, curses, complex and simple events and choices all fall in place, it’s hard to deny the existence of a master plan.