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What is God trying to say?

Yesterday was another lovely day. After a quick stop at Target to buy sunglasses (very important since the sun is really strong here!) as well as Pringles, animal crackers and water (snacks are also important) we walked down to the beach. It was another lovely beach, a little bit tricky to get to which probably explains the minimal number of tourists on it, but it was full of locals, especially children. There was a little lagoon where it was possible to swim and the beach was really nice. I went swimming and it was almost as if the water was thick... hopefully due to its saltiness, not because it was super-dirty. The beach was situated among some really spectacular houses and my friend explained that all beaches have public access here in Hawaii. Good idea if you ask me, or I am sure rich people would buy up all the beach areas leaving nothing for the locals and visitors like myself to enjoy the beautiful part of creation displayed on this island.

After walking home from the beach I had a quick visit to the pool in the apartment complex here. A small pool, but it was nice and empty. A good end to a good morning and afternoon.

Late afternoon we strolled across the road to the YWAM base and had Latte’s at the coffee shop. It’s so funny to be at a YWAM base because although this is in a different location to other bases I’ve been at, it still has the YWAM feel. The people of different nationalities, different languages spoken as you pass by people, different ages…it’s fascinating that no matter where you go in the world, the YWAM base is the same in a sense.

We went down to the main auditorium place, which is a roof but no walls to speak of, but a big venue. There we participated in the weekly base meeting. It was fun. Everything was interpreted from the front into Korean (which was amusing as we just had a week long Korean conference in KC so I was a little bit used to the sound of the Korean language), they had several testimonies from DTS students which were so lovely, and then worship. The funny thing about the worship was that almost all the songs are song either written by people at IHOP-KC or songs frequently sung there. It was a wee bit surreal.

Then the speaker came up and it just happened to be Billy Humphreys who heads up a 24/7 House of Prayer in Atlanta. He spoke about convergence between the prayer and missions movement and how it’s all part of God’s heart and plan. It made me ponder if God is trying to tell me something, and what…

It was a good meeting and it was so nice to be at a YWAM base meeting again…they are quite different from IHOP meetings, yet not too different.

So that was yesterday. I’ll write about today tomorrow.

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