Chapter 3 The Wandering Missionary Written on: TUESDAY, MAY 30, 2017
Written in: Brussels, Belgium
Date of Story: March 2010 “What am I doing here? What am I doing here? I’m not supposed to be here….” These are the words that echoed through my mind as the days passed by that I was in Cebu after being in London. People had a hard time adjusting to me because they saw that I had changed a lot. I was no longer the tough and strong woman that I was, I was not eating pork, I lost a lot of weight because of fasting, and even my way of clothing was very feminine. People couldn’t understand me. I was listening to Arabic songs because I love the Middle Eastern music. But I didn’t understand what I was doing in Cebu. I didn’t want to go back to my old job so I applied to work as an English Teacher for Koreans and Japanese. I was not who I was. But even though I was in my own home, I felt so lost, suddenly the familiar became the unfamiliar, it was like I was in the wilderness no direction, no nothing thus the reason why I am “ Wandering”. GOD had appeared to me in London, and now that I was where HE wanted me to be, I just didn’t know where to go. It is so difficult for Servants of GOD to be so high in the Mountain of the LORD and then come down back to earth (Like Moses when he came back from the Mountain of Sinai and he finds the people worshipping the golden calf - Exodus 19 I just wanted to hide in my room the whole time! The Second Death I had told my Mother about what GOD told me who I was going to marry. To my surprise, she didn’t agree with me. She fought hard against it because she sai