Joy Abundant
The past month has been unlike any I have ever experienced. I guess it's been about six weeks actually. Last time I posted I was feeling devastated by the ship being evacuated due to COVID and being left behind feeling abandoned. God promised me that it would be okay and that He'd be with me through it, and obviously he was. Village shenanigans on my birthday! It's funny how dramatic things seem while we're in them. When realistically, in the grand scheme of your life, six weeks is a VERY short amount of time. Even if you've been in quarantine for three months now, if you look upon your entire life, it's a pretty small season (even if it does feel like it's been an eternity). Anyway that's a bit preachy so I'm sorry, but its also true. But I'll get on with it. I spent six weeks living on the ship with just five other people. Two speak limited English and one worked night shift so I rarely saw him, and so I basically hung out with the other two (G