well... ya know.

i was supposed to get my license today....

but i left my permit at church last night.

so i have till tomorrow. =(






oooookay. so everyone keeps telling i need to get the Nicaragua trip written out so i'll be able to go back and look at what happened... but it's weird. i don't want to write it out. i like it better in my head. but i'm gonna do my best.

i figure the best way to tell this story is like a story... not like, "i got up, brushed my teeth with bottled water, ate rice and beans for breakfast" but i'm going to try to start out with what i'm feeling, and then share a few stories.... you don't need the daily runthrough.


so here it goes.


i didn't really really want to go on this trip when i signed up, i felt like it was going to be more of a vacation than a missions trip - and i've really been wanting to do some different ministry, i think i've gotten to numb to everyday "church stuff" that i'm losing my passion for it.

Pastor Paul hit on some Oswald Chambers quotes yesterday... boy did they hit home. *goes to find church notes* *uncrinkles notebook paper*

"It's the dull and dreary things, with the common-place people and things; that will rob us of our passion if we have not learned the secret of living out God's will"

and

"Worrying is nothing short of staring in God's face and saying 'You're not able'".
-paraphrased.



I was worried about myself, worried that I would neer find my niche, never figure out where I'm supposed to be. I know I'm supposed to be in the ministry, full-time? idk. But I can't seem to find my place. There's so many ways to minister.... and I just felt/feel kinda lost.

So, in being down about all that, I was kinda lazy, and didn't feel like going on a 2-way trip to Drama-Central in Nicaragua. (I did anyway... but that's another story.) Plus, once I found out that Peaches and Christina (adult leaders) were going... I was realllllyyyy regretting signing up.

Airplanes. I don't really enjoy them, they hurt my ears, and they're long and uncomfortable. We flew out at 6 on Monday, so we stayed at the church and left there at about 2 to get to the airport on time. Needless to say, by the time we got to Nicaragua, and had been awake for over 36 hours, we were beat.


tbc