Off the heezy.
Prayer night was awesome. The end.
Josh and I put it together but God definitely ran the show. It was the weirdest thing ever because usually, planning these kind of things, I always reach some level of stress; especially nearing the time it begins. But throughout the entirety of it, I had such peace about it and such an excitement about getting the chance to bless my friends on the Doulos. It was pretty much the same setup as worship nights at Interlude but with add-ins like Boae Lee’s amazingly long (but hilarious) farewell speech, an awesome aboriginal band, and totally not having things according to our time schedule - but it all worked out smooooooth as warm buttaaa. Good stuff.
We were sitting near the end of the night watching as people prayed fervently with people they’ve either never talked/prayed with, and it was just so beautiful - f’real. As Josh accurately put it, “It feels like Christmas.” Haha, thanks Jesus for giving us this opportunity to bless the people on this ship and glorify You through the night. I had such a ballin’ time, no lie; or as Australians say it, “It was DARDY!”
Oh you Aussies. How I shall miss you when we sail off for East Timor in 5 days. TIMORRRRRR! So excited yet apprehensive to how I’ll respond to the cultural difference, time will tell.
