To fly to Hawaii for island orientation, I needed to leave camp at 3:30 AM. The ShuttleU would leave at 4:00 AM for Phoenix, where I would check in at 6:00 AM and fly out by 8:00 AM. A friend volunteered to drop me off at the shuttle station in Prescott, which I gladly accepted. They mentioned that I should reserve a shuttle seat. I said that was silly, because it was 4:00 AM on a Sunday and their would not be hardly anyone going. They said I should check. (Good idea!)
I grudgingly called the Shuttle place on Friday afternoon. They said the shuttles all Sunday morning were booked.... "Except, Oh, I guess we do have one seat left on the 4:00 AM shuttle, would you like to reserve that seat?"
Wow, God, you really do always take care of your children!!
"Yes please, I would like to reserve that seat. Thank you!!!"
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Summer camp is over. Ebeye, here I come! (PHX > HNL) |
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While in Hawaii we had some time to just relax at Hawaii Mission Academy where we were staying. Some of us chose to walk down to the beach and explore the area a little bit. After our chill-time we had a busy schedule with meetings and training sessions all day long on Monday and Tuesday. On Monday I joined the group that hiked Diamond Head in the early morning rain and watched the sun rise. My good friend Kaylie (from WWU, going to Pohnpei) and I ran to the top, and there were a lot of stairs. Just sayin', because it was a GREAT workout. :D
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SM team for GMM, 2013-2014 |
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We flew on to Kwajalein, where the only people allowed off are those who are staying. This was my stop, and since Kwajalein is a U.S. Army Base I was praying for a quick, safe trip through the extra security measures and onto the ferry for Ebeye.
MIRACLE #5:
To get to the ferry for Ebeye is not a hard thing to do, but I was a little nervous. We lined up our carry-on baggage, and the K9 team came through with their dogs to check it while we sat on the other side of the room. One guy talked to the group (rather gruffly) for a bit before letting us out of the building. We then walked a few buildings down to collect our luggage. In the process of finding our luggage, Angela (Ang for short) and I were seperated from Robell, Mr. A, and the pastor's family. Mr. A was escorted seperately as a "foreign national" (not a local or US citizen), and Robell and the pastor had already jumped in another van. Since my bag was hard to get to, we had taken longer and didn't see them leave. Suddenly Ang and I realized that we were the only two passengers still standing there and both vans to the ferry had already left.
Okay, Lord, maybe this is silly and I shouldn't be freaking out already, but I'm more than a little nervous. Can you please help us get to the ferry? We don't want to make them wait 3 hours until the next ferry!!
One Marshallese man who was working with the luggage asked us what was wrong, and then he started jabbering in Marshallese to another guy. Then yelled down the street and two intimidating, large men jumped in a truck and drove up to us. They all promptly started loading our bags without a word. I asked, "We are going to the Ebeye ferry?" just to be sure. One man grunted yes, and we climbed in. Ang and I shared a look, and I realized we had no idea what we were doing. I mouthed, "PRAY!" and she nodded.
The men drove us with little comment straight to the ferry station and unloaded all our bags.
Thank You, Lord. Whether we should've been worried or not, thank You, Lord!
At the ferry station we were reunited with the others and we met Maricel (my mentor teacher) and Maan (principal's wife), who later told me that if we had been 3 minutes later we would've all had to wait 3 hours or so for the next ferry. (I believe I'm remembering that right.)
God is so good, and takes care of even the little concerns!
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