This week has been an interesting week.
On Wednesday, we were supposed to go back for the prayer meeting service, but… we found leaks in the refrigeration and we couldn't leave until about 9 p.m. So we missed the service. And I was really looking forward to going to the service because I thought that that would probably be the last time that I would be able to go to that church.

I was severally disappointed. But I knew that this is God's plan for me, and He knows what's best for me far better than I know. Even though I can't see His plan, I know that He is completing His perfect plan.
The refrain from the song, "God is Good" comes to mine.
God is good, through every trial and test
God is good, and I know his way is best
Even when I cannot see the purpose of his plan
Still I understand God is good

Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were long days, but pretty good overall. Rick and I were doing some fiberglassing, and hydraulic work. I also spent more than 20 hours on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, pumping, vacuuming, scrubbing and wiping the oil and dirt out of the engine room. The refrigeration guy had been here every day, and every time he fixes something, it seems like something else breaks. It's been very frustrating.
Usually we go back to Ninilchik, on Saturday nights, so that we can go to church the next day. I was hoping that we would be able to go. I asked Rick and he said that he wasn't sure, the refrigeration guy was still there, so it depended a lot on what happened with him.

After soldering up what we thought were the last leaks, we checked the system again, and the leaks seemed rear their ugly heads again. The refrigeration gave up and called his boss to have him come and handle it because he didn't know what he could be doing wrong.
When Rick called Steve, (the boss) and when Steve said that he would be here "first thing tomorrow," my heart sank. Once again, I had gotten my hopes up for going back, and once again, only to be dashed, in a few moments.
I figured that I would try to go to church with the other deck hand, Dave. He stays back sometimes when we go to Ninilchik, and when he does he goes to The Church on the Rock. Rick even went with him to that church last week while I was at Calvary Baptist in Ninilchik.
I mentioned to Rick that I was going to try to go to that church, but he said that there was a good Baptist church in Homer that he's been to before that was quite good, and he things that I would like it.
To make a long story shorter, Dave went to the Church on the Rock and Rick and I went to Homer Independent Baptist Church. The service at the church which I went to was very good, their standards on music and such seemed to be pretty close to my standards.

Rick could only stay for Sunday school, because he had to go back to the boat and meet Steve, the guy who was going to fix all our problems with the refrigeration. So I was supposed to meet Dave (The other deck hand, who is going to The Church on the Rock) after the service and get a ride back with a friend of his. I got to the Church on the Rock just as they were packing up the colored lights and drum set. I was like "Oh. Now I see why Rick thought that I would prefer going to Homer Independent Baptist Church with him." If you know me then you know that I don't choose CCM, I prefer a more conservative approach to worship music.
Anyway, once we got back to the boat and went back to work. Rick said that we were going to go back to Ninilchik today to drop off and pick up some stuff. I asked if we would be able to go in time to go to the evening service. Rick said that he'd like to. So that's what we were aiming for. I was very excited, I was going to be able to go to church again, and say good bye to everyone there. We finished up the project we were working on at about 4:40, and I started loading the truck, while Rick and Dave checked the refrigeration for leaks one last time. Church started at 6, and it is about a 50 minute drive to Ninilchik from Homer (from the spit). So I was trying to get everything loaded as fast as I possibly could. I was literarily jogging while carrying mostly empty compressed air tanks. Those things must weigh about 80 lbs each. Anyway, dripping in sweat, I finally finish packing the truck, (in time to go to church) and I come back to the boat, and find that Rick and Dave found a leak. Again my heart sank.

The minutes ticked by as the checked and rechecked the pipes, for the 4th or 5th time. The time went from "Can still make it" to, "Would be a little late" to, "would be coming in right at the end" to, "If we could teleport there, we would still miss the whole thing." I was severally disappointed. I grabbed my bottle of water, to rehydrate myself, and went outside and sat on the deck. Asking the Lord why it seemed that He was keeping away from church. I don't know God's purpose or reasoning, but He is still good. He does what is best for us, I know that because the Bible says that it is so. And I'm trusting God that this is what is best, even though I have no idea what He's reasoning is.
Well, we did come back to Ninilchik and dropped off some tools and stuff that we won't need at sea. Had dinner and then I went to write about what happened, and so here I am.
We should be heading out on Tuesday. Steve is going to replace that one section that is causing problems, and then patch it all up so that it works.
I really wanted to get back to Ninilchik and say good bye to everyone here, but I guess that wasn't in God's plan.
A bit of a disappointment, but I'm looking forward to finally starting fishing. :)
Love you all.
In Christ,
Tim