time is not a luxury i can afford right now. the time i have at this internet cafe in vanuatu is close to running out, but i thought that i would get a quick post in before i left.
firstly, i cannot stop sweating. i feel like i could irrigate crops with the neverending streams of perspiration. it is hot and humid, i feel like i'm giving the sun a piggy back ride. hopefully, i'll adjust and me and the sun can make peace.
the other day, somebody asked me if my feet were still swollen from the plane ride. study of my feet showed that they were the same size they have been for years now. i just have fat feet. but i decided to use this comment to my advantage. i said yes. in fact i think my whole body is a bit swollen from the plane ride, especially my belly.
thirdly, i've been having a lot of good conversations with the people serving here. the task i have here is a bit overwelming to me, to be honest. i've never considered myself a writer and trying to catch a bit of the passion they have and put it into words seems like a task i'm not up to. but i trust God wanted me, specifically me, here to do this for a reason. at some point, it would be nice to know what, exactly, that is. but this is nothing new for me. i always wonder about that, always ask God what i'm doing here, the world specifically.
i was talking with an austrailian woman here the other day. i'll call her mommy from here on, that is what every body else does. she was going from story to story about the movement of God in her life and ministry. she told a brief story about elijah, when he was lighting the fire to prove our God as the real God. mommy told me that she felt like the fire, that God wanted her to come to these islands and help spread it. and then she looked at me and pointed right through my chest into my heart.
that fire is churning in you, and one of these days it is going to catch.
she told me this, and in doing so summed up how i've felt for the last few years. i have this groaning inside of me and it just won't come out. i don't know how to let it out. it is a fire, churning deep down in my gut. if i don't get it out, it will break me down and make me useless.
i don't really know what i'm doing here. i know i'm supposed to be doing some writing, but there is something more than that. there is something beyond the sweat, the heat and the bug bites. there is a movement here, in these islands and in my soul. i'm supposed to witness one and let it start the other.
with that, i bid you Godspeed. posts will come, maybe not regularly, but whenever i get a chance. thanks for reading and recycling.
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Taters,
I'm thoroughly enjoying reading your posts, mostly because I know that when I'm reading your words, you would have said them just the same, so that (in some very small way) is comforting. I can just hear your voice say these things. I'm sorry I didn't get to see you before you left, I promise I would have given you a farewell present and perhaps some baked goods for travel. I do look forward to reading about your journey and everything that God is doing in and through you these next few months. God is amazing. And you know what else is amazing?
(insert Tim answer ___ <- here).
Your friend,
French fries.
Last night we were at dinner and Joey said "delicious." I looked for you and you weren't there. It was very sad. When Joey says delicious it doesn't have the same effect. I wonder why that is?
We are thinking of you often and praying that God will reveal himself in amazing ways.
P.S. Drink LOTS of water!!!
recycling......good
hey tim, i've been racking my brain for the name of this blog when it came to me in a random moment of watching "snowbuddies" with a 7-year-old. i raced to the computer and found you here still. i'm real excited about your adventure. thanks for keeping us all involved!
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