'Twas a good day. A very good day. I went with qisa and his mother to the hospital again today. It didn't take long, but it was hot. I've never sweat so much in my life as I have this week. I pray that Qisa's intentions would be good. I pray for his heart, that he would come to know you more in this time. I pray that whatever his intentions might have been in the beginning, good or selfish, that they would be pure before you now.
I surfed at Boxer Shorts this evening by myself. It was fun. It was the first time that I've surfed alone for a while. It was good to just be alone with God. My time alone with God started before I went surfing. It started when I went down to the beach house by myself. I spent a little bit of time just talking to God. Expressing my doubts, and my feelings in general about this situation. Basically, it has to be all Him in this time. I don't know what the expectations of the people are, but I do know that you want to surpass them. I know that I am here, in Botohili, above Sorake, in Morris' house, for a specific purpose. I believe. I believe that it is your will for me to be here. I believe that you want to radically change these peoples lives. You're coming in waves of Wammers(YWAMers). First me, tomorrow Tam and his boys, soon after Joe's team, then hopefully I'll be back. I see how I think this has been planned, but things always change with you. I mean, the end result doesn't often look like my original picture of what it will look like. And that's ok. You're in control. You are big enough to accomplish your vision without me knowing fully what it is. However, like Moses, I must ask you to let me in on a little more of your plan. I've got some ideas, but I don't want to do this with my plans. I want to go through with your plans. I trust you Lord. Thank you for this time.
Amen
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