Ebeye (Not EBay)
I've heard a lot about Ebeye over the years, but it's interesting to see it in person. I have not seen much yet, but would call it basically an island of kids. (Literally 50% or more of the population is under 18). Weathered shacks, schools, and churches are stacked everywhere, squeezed into this narrow strip of island. You can literally see both sides of the island from the middle--about a half-mile wide, but runs a few miles long. And did I mention? Kids are everywhere! We also heard many of them singing their hearts out at a church practice.
My friend and former Filopina roommate from Yap, Lorraine, has been our gracious host, but the other missionaries from the Philippines and Pakistan have also been very kind and welcoming.
Today we walked to the school and did a little grocery shopping, but spent most of the day just talking at the apartment. Tomorrow we will do some cleaning at the school, and we are looking forward to an overnight trip on another island (or part of the island? I guess it depends on the tide maybe?) where we will do some snorkeling.
I think what I have been reminded on this trip is that ministry and mission start and end with people. Sometimes we are so worried about doing stuff for people that we don't take time to be with people. And sometimes we are so worried about reaching "those" people that we forget to see and listen to and minister to the ones right around us. Even though I can't point to a building I've helped build or a meeting I've preached at, and even though I don't necessarily always feel a special feeling of being "on fire for God," I have sensed so many times on this trip that God has truly orchestrated timing and conversations and has given me all I need for the divine appointments He has given. I've also seen my weaknesses and my need for His grace--and yet I'm humbled that He can and still does use me even as He keeps teaching and growing me.
Ok I guess this kind of turned into a journal entry. :) God is good, and I'm so thankful He is with us.







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