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Clothes on the line outside our apartment When we first started our journey back to Vanuatu we thought that journey would take us right back to the little house we had been in before. I have to admit there was some disappointment and a total reconfiguring of the emotional attachments I had made to the little home at Jubilee. However, God’s detours are never by accident and one thing I have learned is that you can trust Him. Our first look at the little apartment that was never meant to be was met with thoughts of bleach - lots of bleach. After a few days here we adapted and the little apartment on top of unity shell became home. Our only remaining issue (outside of some giant bugs and minor plumbing issues) was the curious thing of the window in the girl’s bedroom. At first it was a little creepy, a window to seemingly no where. Looking through we could only see what looked to be a storage area and occasionally a person passing through as they headed upstairs. It seemed to be a weird place for a window so we did the best we could and put up some curtains. We finally discovered that this window actually was facing a hallway that led to the Master’s house. Vanuatu has seen its days of captivity and is no stranger to slavery with both the British and the French controlling their land at one point, so they continue to call the Boss man “master” it has become a part of their language. The girls end up in our room nightly so their room serves as a play room as well as a place to get alone and pray, for both Nathan and I. It was in prayer that the significance of this curious window first begin to sink into my heart. Nathan and I both have felt a burden for the Chinese here in Vanuatu as there is a large population of Chinese business owners and we have focused on the Ni - Van population only in the past, so it had already began to sink in some in the States that it would be a neat opportunity to live above one of these shops. At first as I prayed I was trying to be quiet so as not to disturb when people would come and go outside this little window but then I begin to think of the Bible story of Daniel and his boldness as he too would pray facing a window ( his view was probably better than mine). So I begin to pray as I normally would without shame. I have to say, the Lord has really been meeting me in this little spot and two days ago I begin to think of it in a new light. The window that I was praying in front of led to the Master’s house, just as prayer is our window that leads to the true Master. I don’t know if God will use it to allow others to feel His Spirit, to tear down strongholds of a forgotten people, or to help a missionary stay close to Him in the midst of her own struggles, but I find myself today thanking God both for the apartment and the window that was never supposed to be. The store/gas station that our apartment is above.
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