excited
So...it's official. My vacation request is approved and I am co-leading a missions team to Trinidad. I am incredibly excited. I love missions. I love traveling. Being involved in leadership in short-term missions is the next level that I've been craving for some time now. I'm excited about who is involved. I'm excited about the planning and preparation. I'm excited about seeing another branch of the Body of Christ. I'm excited to get my passport renewed...but not so excited about the renewal fee. And it's so close to Venezuela, which is South America, which is a whole new continent I haven't been to.
So I've been all excited about this for about a week now, and then Tuesday afternoon I'm offered the opportunity to go with the teens to the Boston convention between Christmas and New Years. Are you kidding me? Shyeah! There's nothing like a trip to help make connections with teens. And I have no red tape cut through or rubber stamps to obtain because the office is closed that week anyways.
opportunity
I'm on my way to Halifax to be with Grandad for the weekend. I so wish it was all just a bad dream.
On a more exciting note, I have been approached with a very exciting ministry opportunity. It's something I've wanted to do for some time now, but wasn't sure about where, when, how, with whom, etc. But yesterday it was offered, and I am so excited. Taking the weekend to pray about it, but if God doesn't want me to do this, for whatever reason, He'll have to make it very clear to me because right now I'm all for it. I'm vague for now, but more details will follow when it's confirmed. It's not a job change or anything like that.
Gotta go.
grandad
Spots. Liver. Lungs. Palliative. Tears.
insomnia rears its ugly head...
Ok, I should have been asleep about 2.5 hrs ago, but emotionally I am all over the map and I thought, after praying, pondering, ignoring and still tossing/turning, why not blog. Let's start with the yucky stuff.
Cancer sucks. Grandad is in the hospital in Halifax and has not eaten in weeks, literally. His stomach is apparently so full of cancer that water will not stay down and a scope cannot be performed as it is obstructed. My heart aches for him in a way that I cannot express in words. The anxiety as we wait for answers seems unbearable at moments. My visit this past weekend was both heart-wrenching and yet so good to be there with him. I will be back this weekend, and likely most weekends until things are resolved. I'm hoping to spend the night with him at the hospital Saturday to Sunday. It is so hard to know that, at best, this is just the beginning of a very long road. Prayers are appreciated.
Swing the pendulum to the opposite extreme...
I am so excited about what is happening as I am involved in youth ministry at my church. I absolutely love the girls in my small group and I see so much potential! Some of them are rock solid and hungry for more of God. Others are more of the "at-risk" category and yet I feel like I am making huge progress with them. I feel like I have this opportunity to mentor, disciple, and evangelize and it's actually happening little by little each week! It's a rush. At the risk of sounding extreme, I feel like I'm starting to align myself with a central purpose of my existance...to invest in people for God's purposes.
And onto something much, much less significant, and yet still very exciting and important to me...
After 5 weeks, down 11 lbs and counting. Almost 1 full size.
All over the map? Completely. Come, sweet slumber. Breakfast is only 4 hrs away.
