Ash...w is for winnipeg...

When I went to Tobago the first time all I wanted to do was to go to this tiny island off called Little Tobago. Nobody lives there and it's just a tourist attraction--there's tons of birds on it. Me and my friend Esther had almost no money so we just went to the town of Speyside in faith and prayed that God would get us to that island. A strange man instantly approached us and asked if we were interested in going to the island--we quickly explained we had very little money but he helped us out by paying off this fisherman in a very small boat. The boat guy (who looked exactly like Usher) took us there, said nothing, and drove back to land leaving us deserted on this island. We explored and swam and it was great. Then as the sun began to set we started getting a little concerned that Usher was not coming back for us. The feeling of nervous anticipation of what that meant, mixed with the excitement of camping on the beach was dashed as we saw his boat approaching.

That feeling, when I realized that we were left on the island, is what I experienced again today. Like I've been called to Winnipeg--I'm here now, exploring and looking around--and all of a sudden I've realized that I'm being left here. Not being left alone; as Esther was with me on the island, I too have many people and Jesus here with me. Mostly what hit me was the feeling of anticipation at what living here will mean. There's this strange emotion brooding in me--a feeling I have yet to discover.

After Usher picked us up I took a picture just like the one above and it's still one of my favorite pictures because it reminds me that everything ahead of me is just another island to discover...another Winnipeg to explore...another name to put a person to...

I know I'm not making any sense. It's just that there's something...I think I need to go pray...