Our trip to Pulau-Pulau Moro, Sugie, and Jaga was not what we expected. It was difficult to keep track of all the changes in our plans. Our contacts kept changing the itinerary. Our first day and a half could be best described as weird, sketchy, or hands down just unusual. (no worries, we were fine and safe.) Yet somehow we ended up spending the next 3 nights in amazing places. We bonded with our impromptu host family in the village of Semokoal. They were great! We laughed so hard with them.
And then we went to Telunas, a beach resort run by some friends, and spent two nights there. For the 1st time in 3 months I ate cinnamon rolls, fajitas with guac and salsa, and pancakes, real american-style pancakes with syrup. How wonderful to eat Western food, take in the sky and ocean, try to inch my way closer to the monkeys on the beach, and relax in reality of having nothing required from us.
In debriefing with Ria this morning I couldn’t make sense of our trip. i love when things make sense. I really really like for them to be explainable. I love to see connections. I love constructing randomness into creative, whole collages. And I couldn’t put the two halves of our trip together. What was the purpose of all this?
And yet after talking with her a song, cheesy songs seem to be the father’s favorite gift to me 
, suddenly jumped into my mind:
For such a time as this
I was placed upon the earth
To hear the voice of God
And do His will
Whatever it is
For such a time as this
For now and all the days he gives
I am here, I am here
And I am his
For such a time as this
So all I can say is thank you Father for our trip!
