Far Side of the World

We have just finished week four of lectures.  This past week a guy called David came to speak to us.  He was Lehman’s leader for a few years when he was living at a YWAM base in Argentina.  It was fun to have a Latin American come to teach us.  He taught us about Pride.   Phew.  He had 48 points of pride that he went over with us, and man…I’m sure the list would go on and on if anyone had time to actually put a complete one together. 

This week has been a hard one.  Yes, the topic is a difficult subject to listen too, but more than that our toilets are a big problem.  Still have to go to the shore to use the toilet there.  We have sent the pump in to get fixed.  But we needed to send it out of Sicily.  It was supposed to get back to us this past week, and now it is looking like we wont have it until Tuesday.  We were supposed to sail to Malta today, Saturday, but that has now been delayed.  Please pray with us that the pump gets to us soon! 

I’ve been feeling homesick this week.  It’s hard to fight to want to be here sometimes.  But that’s what I have got to do and that’s what I want to do.  Because I know that this is where I should be…it’s just hard when I miss home.  So I’ve had a rough week.  It’s just been very busy and there is so much to do and not nearly enough time to do it. 

But on the other hand, there is nowhere I would rather be right now.  A couple of nights ago a storm blew in from nowhere!  It suddenly hit the ship and everything went sideways!  I rushed to the wheelhouse along with all of the crew.  It was chaos in the harbour!  Ships with swinging 360 degrees on their anchor chains—being tossed this way and that.  We thought that one of them had broken free from the bottom and was swinging free and might hit us.  But she held.  The rain was so intense that the entire ocean looked like it had a layer of mist along the top from all of the little splashes the rain drops where making.  It’s a funny thing though because although it kept us crew up later than we would have liked, in the morning we were all saying about how nice it was to have a storm.  I think that we all miss sailing.  It’s odd to be at a port for so long since our trip down from the Black Sea.  So it was nice to have a little bit of excitement—now that we know that we are safe.  It was also nice to come down after the storm and curl up in a nice, warm bed with wet hair.