peacekeeper

 

Came across this beautiful iris on the internet - peacekeeper. Made me think about what had just happened this past month.

Last month, was compelled to quickly pull up roots, leave the jungle-farm, and follow the glory cloud back to the Village, south, my 7th move since relocating to this beautiful island, from Saipan, four and a half years ago.

While the landlord was off island, paid rent to the accountant of the farm. Last month we had a misunderstanding - my bad, thought the accountant  didn't want to accept my rent. Had nowhere or no one to turn (except the Lord of course). Had no one to accept my August rent. Actually, very fortunate and glad all this transpired as it did. 

One month has already passed. Renting a small furnished studio apartment in the Village now - this place is unbelievably perfect for Toku and I (only God can do things like this). Have a huge yard adjacent to the jungle, have 2nd floor cement patio areas overlooking the Rota West Port Marina, and the Island (a small mand-made island-park and fishing spot). Our yard has two huge mango trees, and at least three mature bananna trees, all under my care now. Jehovah has jired again!

The new landlord was my 1st landlord on Rota, 4 1/2 years ago. A copy of, "My Utmost for His HIghest," by Oswald Chambers (one of my favs), as a welcome gift, was left on a table in our new apartment.

So, every day for the past month, it's like, "How can I pay the August rent and utilities for the jungle-farm place, with no farm accountant and the landlord is off island?"

Several times yesterday, one thought just kept coming into my head, "Tomorrow, get the rent/utiltites-cash from the ATM, bring all the farm keys you were given, and ride your bike over to the landlord's house - be there at exactly 10:00 am."

Early this morning, first thing comes to mind - "10:00 am this morning, exactly." Rush, rush, rush, feed the dog, out the door, and cruising on the bike to the ATM. Timing  good so far - 10 am sharp, looked quite possible. Riding along at a good pace, couldn't stop asking God for His help to get the rent into the landlord's hands - still wasn't even sure if he had returned to Rota yet. Pulled the cash out of the ATM, looked at my watch - 9:59 am. Hopped back on the bike and was standing in front of the landlord's house at exactly 10:00 am. All the gates were locked, doors and windows shut, and several guard dogs were barking loudly their displeasure at this stranger standing too close to their house. Obviously, no one was home. But, just to be sure, I yelled out, loudly, several times, "Anybody home!?" Nothing, just dogs barking louder and louder.

Jumped on the bike, and was just about to start peddling back home with a pocket stuffed full of cash and keys, when I hear something from a restaurant, right across the road from the landlord's house - "Hey, Jerry!" Out walks this friend (who just happens to be the ad hoc manager for the farm, while the landlord is away). Hadn't seen him for awhile, so I was grinning ear to ear. Within a matter of minutes, my friend, the accountant, and I are huddled in the middle of the road, shaking hands, apologizing, explaining, counting out the cash, handing over the keys, etc.

What a misunderstanding - was so embarrassed but was super glad to acknowledge my stupid mistake, apologize, and get everything all straightened out. Happy people all around. Even more, much lighter without all the cash, those keys, and a renter's responsibilities.

Riding back home, kept thanking God and thinking of that friend - peacekeeper.