This has been a hectic week with little time left to prepare for the dreaded day looming on the horizon.  Today is the dreaded day.  In another 5 hours we leave to fly to Ambae Island.  I have done all that I can to prepare for the assignments that I have there, but I’m not at all comfortable about anything.  I’m just going on faith, and with the knowledge that the Lord will make me capable, and will fill my mouth with the words to say when the time comes.

I have appointments to interview two errant branch presidents, both of whom I believe have misused Church funds.  I am to interview another brother and assess the possibility of recommending him as the replacement for one of the branch presidents.  I have an appointment to meet with and train two seminary teachers.

On Sunday I will be the district representative at the Lovutialau Branch conference.  I am to teach the priesthood meeting, speak in sacrament meeting, and be the featured speaker for a fireside afterward.  That amounts to three major talks that I’m to give.  I should try to put it all in Bislama because these people are going to have trouble with my English.

It is of interest to me to see how the Lord and the Spirit work.  The topics and the thoughts flowed to me for what I need to do and to say in the priesthood meeting and the fireside.  I have nice outlines all made up for those two meetings.  I still haven’t a clue what I’m going to do in the sacrament meeting talk, however.  This has happened to me before.  It’s like the Lord is telling me that He knows I have more than I can handle on my own, so He gave me the two talks.  He still wants me to struggle and to grow, however, so He’s letting me work on the third one.

I’m grateful for our mission.  It’s a growth experience for sure.  I’m grateful for my companion.  I’m grateful to be here in Vanuatu.  Most of all I’m grateful for my Savior, His Atonement in my behalf, and for the Spirit that leads me each day.