-Waking up early on Grad Skip Day
-Getting locked out of the house
-A freaking huge piece of caution tape getting stuck to my windshield while driving on the highway... I panicked at the restricted vision. A lot.
-A forgotten memory card
-"Guys, where are we? Oh, I missed the turn. I think we're lost. I have no idea where we are."
-Leaving my toiletry bag in the car, aka, everything I needed for the weekend
-A flat tire
But this also happened:
I think I'm just about ready to graduate.
Anyways.
History Maker was big. It was huge and loud and crazy, and although I know there was so much good going on, I was so overwhelmed. It was almost exhausting to worship, not in the sense that it tired me out to praise God, but it was difficult keeping up with everything. I think I'm just at a completely different place than I was the last time I went (which isn't a bad thing, because I should be worried if I haven't changed over the past year). I mean, I love the hype, dancing, jumping, bright lights, fireworks and loud music. It gets my heart pumping and makes me feel involved, but sometimes, it can be distracting to let emotions run loose. I feel like I needed downtime - something stripped down and chill, because even though I've been relaxing, somehow, that kept me from realizing how drained I am.
But with that being said, I'm positive that God spoke through the noise and worked in my heart this weekend. He blessed me with good company, and I had time to be real with Him. I was constantly encouraged to pursue a life without falling into the easy patterns of passiveness and reminded that He wants us to believe that He believes in us. The truth of the matter is that I have been taking it easy lately, and I think I need to start asking for passion, because doing things just because I have to isn't cutting it.
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My problem is having the wrong kind of motivation. ie. wanting to come do an internship here in Honduras more to get to know some Diaconia/CRWRC members better, rather than because I want to help change things (or I want to help change but it's kind of secondary passion).
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