Title: When Peace Becomes the Greater Victory

The whole of last week was both satisfying and relieving for me. The long-standing issue with the contractor has finally come to an end. The final resolution from PPIC was signed, the variations were verified, and the payout to the contractor was raised. For my part, I declined to be a witness to the resolution. This was not because of disagreement or resentment, but simply a personal decision—an exercise of my right to step back after everything that had unfolded. Through this experience, I learned something deeper about working within church institutions like ACOM. In many organizational environments, the focus is often on being technically right—ensuring that every clause, every condition, and every loophole in a contract is addressed. But within a church organization, there is often a higher priority that guides decision-making. Peace. Peace between people. Peace between the parties involved. Peace within the institution itself. Sometimes, from a purely contractual or professional ...

A Dreamy 2:30 PM: Between Procurement Manuals and Island Grilled Fish

 It’s 2:30 PM, and the afternoon feels soft around the edges—dreamy, almost floating. I’m sitting here in front of my computer screen, wrestling with ACOM’s Procurement Manual, which stubbornly sits at one-quarter complete. It’s a challenge, yes, but one I’m determined to master.


But my thoughts today… they are an entanglement.

Half of me is deep in procurement clauses and approval workflows. The other half wanders back to my little house project—completion of concrete slab, required mesh wires, the quiet dreams of a home taking shape. 

Incomplete slab
In-complete Slab [ Personal Project]















And somewhere in between, another thought pulls me completely off course: that irresistible craving for island grilled fish. The kind cooked over open flames, with a side of fresh vegetables and sweet boiled banana. A simple plate, yet powerful enough to shake the entire afternoon awake.

Grilled Fish
Grilled Fish
 














Sometimes I wish I could grow wings like a free bird—gliding above the heavy clouds, rising above deadlines and manuals and responsibilities. Just soaring. Just breathing. Just being.

But maybe that’s what moments like this are for—to pause, drift, and let the mind taste a little freedom before diving back into the work that shapes the future.

If you like reading this, Also read An Evening Walk from All Saints to Mt Austin.

💬Let me know your thoughts in the comment section below👇

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Clash Between Tradition and Mordern Life: A reality for women in Malaita.

A Night of Pure Island Joy