530am – Monday morning

Had great weekend. Went camping down at a place called Pololu Valley by myself. Rode the bike there after mowing at Puanu’ulu Baptist Church. Didn’t get down into the valley until right at sundown and tried to hide from the others who were there, so I just laid down on the ground with a sleeping bag on a tarp that I could put over me if it rained. All I wanted was to get a little solitude. Laying there listening to the pounding surf and looking at the starts was just what the dr. ordered. After a while, I fell asleep and started having a dream-a bit of a nightmare where I was running from these people then struggling in pounding surf being slammed against the ocean floor when I woke up realizing that I had been nudged by something in real life. I looked up and there against the moonlight was a huge bull standing over me-white with brown spots and stubby horns. He jumped back as I reacted. Laying there in a sleeping bag, I was totally helpless. What if he decided to just maul me and stomp on my face? He circled around just staring at me. How could I scar him? I thought about the “Off” bug spray/lighter combo for a big flame. As I mentally put together my plan, he lumbered off into the night. I’ve experienced a lot, but being nudged by a bull in my sleep was a first. It was hard to fall back to sleep thinking he might come back, so I built a little fire. Most animals don’t like fire. That’s all I could think of short of hiking back out of the valley, but I was too tired.

Pololu Valley from the top

Pololu Valley from the top

The job at the base has been hectic to say the least. I’ve been working this week with this guy named Tom on an electrical panel beneath the cafe on campus. Also, learning the ins and outs of the kitchen. We just had “arrival day” for a new batch of students. That means major transition. Since this base runs mostly on volunteers, we depend on three groups of people to get the work done-staff, students, and a group called mission builders. I am trying to figure out a solution to the problem that seems to happen every quarter-getting a consistent team in the kitchen.

Tom and I in the basement

Tom in the basement

It’s Monday morning and the week’s bearing down on me. I have to figure out a way to be more relaxed about it all; how to take it in stride instead of stressing about everything. Who knows how this will turn out in the end, and anything more than just the day out in front is more than I want to think about, hence the motorcycle and the camping trip.


Back at a familiar Starbucks, I order a coffee despite my fear of sleeplessness. The work begins and ends at 7, so I should be fine. Usually, it’s a maintenance meeting with a group of mission builders and maintenance guys. We talk about the day, who’s doing what, and go separate ways-usually in groups of 2. I peal off here and there for the occasional meeting then rejoin what I was doing. Action on the phone is continuous-mostly text, but email and calls come and go. Tomorrow, the work duties start for the students, so that means the allocation of these duties in all departments for them. They’re only on for a couple hours per day and there’s a girl taking care of it this quarter, but I attend these meetings because it’s mine next time around. I can delegate it, but not many who’ve done it, want it. Working with volunteers is not like working in a business.

Rheo (my supervisor) and I

Rheo (my supervisor) and I

All that to say, things are moving along at a steady pace and this is a season to “…be strong and do the work”, as David told Solomon in 1 Chronicles 28:20


“David also said to Solomon his son, “Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you…”


In life there are seasons for everything. Sometimes you’re in transition, sometimes you sow, reap, wait, and sometimes it’s just plain and simply time to go to work. I see it as a good thing to recognize the season and go with it. There’s nothing harder than trying to change the weather.

Ominous warnings about the valley.

Ominous warnings about the valley, but nothing about bulls.