I still call Australia home

Our last 24 hours in Samoa turned out quite differently than what we were expecting:-)
Abs and I had been told about a beach resort where you can stay in a little hut on the beach and we really liked the sound of it. Sunday afternoon was the time and we ventured over to Savaii Island by ferry. We got on board and found everyone using whole seats for sleeping, definitely a laid back culture!
A beautiful taxi ride took us an hour around the coast as the sun was setting to our 'resort'. one open air covered place set up for eating and about 15 fales lined the beach.
We were met by the big chief of village, oldest man in family, and realised we had a lot to learn about the Samoan culture. Thankfully Alan, the irish guy filled us on a lot of this detail when he arrived at the table. Our silent prayers were overided with his asking for us to pray for the 4 of us. Throughout the meal we learnt more about the other two and then the chief of the village (someone like Moses, who the village ppl come to if they need something sorted out) left and Alan began the questioning time. 6 hours later we were making our way to bed, but I couldn't sleep. There were a few unanswered questions that were going round in my head, that I knew would be answered if he knew more about the bible. So I got out my bible and read through the epistle's to prove that it was Jesus coming down to set up the Kingdom and not God as it says in Zech 14 on a first read and a basic knowledge of the bible.
Getting up at 6 to see the sunrise over the island was very special, God's creation is absolutely beautiful. In fact, when we were explaining how the earth would return to it's former glory the night before we used Samoa as an example. It's natural beauty has been contained, and ppl still cook with open fires.
Breakfast was laid on, pawpaw, eggs, toast, pancakes, oranges, coconut, so many good things, and we felt so richly blessed. The fale was only $25 a night and included dinner and brekky, which made a big difference as the cost of living a western life is excessive over there. I could definitely go back for at least a week.
We swam in the light blue waters and watched the sun move higher in the sky until it was time to pack up and catch a Samoan bus back to the Ferry.

The final night was lovely with Dave and Kerry, but it was very sad to say goodbye Tuesday morning. We'd been family for a week, and it was time to go home and back to work!
Please pray for the work in Samoa and all over the world, God is still calling, there is still time.

May our Lord return soon to be the righteous ruler from Jerusalem.