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In life, there are detours. On our last day in Guimaras, Dr. Romero generously offered to drive us to the port from our hotel. He also said we can pass by the San Lorenzo Wind Farm. We finished the medical mission a bit later than usual (probably because we had lesser manpower) and we actually needed to go back to Iloilo since my flight was scheduled at 5:55pm. He asked if we still wanted to see the windmills. I was traveling with Drs. Daryl and Berenice Cheng from Australia and Ms. Preaky Ledesma from Valencia, Bukidnon. They asked me because Berenice's flight was scheduled at 8pm and Preaky's flight was the following day. I said yes. My thoughts at that time (the adventurer in me didn't quite think things through 😂), "when will be the next time I will visit Guimaras? So might as well see it. Keep the faith...you'll arrive in time for your flight. If not, then I can just book another flight (thinking it was only worth almost Php 2K)" And so we did, ...

As I share this post, I hope and pray that only God will be glorified. I am but a dust, but I pray that my life would continue to be used as God's humble vessel in this temporary world. I share this because my heart is simply overjoyed and I hope in some way I could inspire someone else to be a ripple of God's joy and blessing to others. I knew that I would take part in the AMEN medical mission as a volunteer physician when I joined this mission trip but I was not exactly sure what I would do for the nightly evangelistic meetings. When they said I could assist in the Vacation Bible School (VBS), I happily volunteered because I like children. I didn't know how things usually go about in VBS but I was tasked to share Bible verses that the kids could recite. While waiting for the first meeting to start, I was standing on one side holding the materials for the VBS activity, when 2 beautiful kids approached me...I introduced myself and asked for their names...Queencybel...

I initially didn't want to join the AMEN 2nd Annual Convention and Mission trip because I felt that it was just waste of money. It would be more than a week-long engagement. And I felt like I could still do ministry even as I work in my private practice and that I would even have the benefit of earning money to pay the bills. Again, like Jonah, who wanted to go to Tarsish, but God wanted me in Nineveh instead and He has another plan for me. I knew a part of me was still hesitant and even worried if the air-conditioning would be good, if I would be able to get a goodnight's rest sleeping for days not inside the comfort of my own room, or if there would be a lot of mosquitoes... Yes, I worried about the petty stuff. And I was arrogant. T here was even some point during the mission trip that I still felt unworthy. I texted my mom and said, "Ma, I feel like I don't belong because I am sinful." Her reply made me teary-eyed.  "God sees your heart and knows...