What To Do, What To do?

Well, since it's been a few days, and I have the time, I guess I'll write a little something on here...

It's been quite the week for me I must say. No, not at work (obviously) since I honestly don't do a darn thing all day there. The majority of my week has been spent trying to decide whether or not I want to pursue a possible opportunity to serve. Now, if it were something around where I'm living now, then the decision would be easy. What made my week so difficult was that the possible opportunity is to head back down to Honduras for the summer. Which, on the surface, is quite the easy decision for anyone who has gone down there. It's basically a no brainer. What made the decision process so tough was that going back down is a pretty darn illogical move. Since I would have to quit my job (not too hard to do since I don't do anything), move my things somewhere while I'm gone, and then come back to the US with no job to go to, it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to do. And I certainly heard that opinion from more than a couple people. The thing, however, is that this would seem to be (or possibly be) something that I'm needed, and called, to do. The summer is the absolute busiest time of the year in Honduras for mission work. And with Tim and Gena being gone, a lot of the burden has fallen on good old Joe to handle a lot of the logistics and supplying. This is not an easy task. Do I think that I can even it up like Tim never left? HECK NO! But, I can certainly help to ease the strain put on Joe. Also, who else would seranade Jen and Karen in the wee hours of the night; annoying them beyond belief? Isn't that right there enough reason to go? haha.

There are several reasons why I shouldn't go down there. Why, you've probably thought of a couple of your own while reading this. And it's not that these reasons don't have merit, because they certainly do. I just choose to believe that my God has the ability to make it all work out, and I firmly believe that He will not let me fall because I choose to do His service. I've got all my nice little ducks lined up mostly. The only thing I'm really waiting on is all my finances to be set up. Now, I've been told that I've basically got nothing to worry about, and that's honestly good enough for me. However, I think that my parents would kill me if I quit my job without having the funds in my account. I don't know... something about being responsible or whatever. haha. That's a joke. But I have faith that God will provide the way if He truly wants me to get down there. And time will show that to others. As for me, I feel like I should start packing pretty soon. ;)

Yes, It's Really Happening

No, you're not imagining anything. I really do have this blog now, but let me start out by saying that I created this entire blog simply because I felt left out that some people had hyperlinks when they posted comments on other people's blog and I didn't. Haha. In any event, I'm not much of a writer (though I certainly have the time) at all. So I don't expect too many posts from me on here... unless I get A) Very inspired, or B) Very bored. lol. I think you should be able to see which it is when you read it.

I guess that I should probably go ahead and explain the title of my blog a little bit, huh? Basically, I'm on a mission much like many people I'm sure. Have you ever felt like you're suppose to be doing something at this very time in your life other than what you are doing... but at the same time having no clue what is it? Feeling like your all dressed up for a party with no directions on where to go? Well, that would basically encompass how I have felt for quite a while now. I would compare it to a sprinter on the blocks right before the starting shot is fired. He's ready to run, and hard; as fast as he can. But the problem here is that there doesn't seem to be a lane. He can't see where he needs to run once the gun goes off.... and what's more, he has no clue when the gun will go off. So he sits on his blocks waiting... and waiting... and waiting. After a while, he'll relax more and more; just getting use to being on the blocks since it seems like the opportunity to run will never come. Every once in a while, he'll remember that there's a race about to begin and he'll get poised in readiness for the shot, but then the possibility fades and once again, he starts to slouch. It feels like you've prepared yourself for so long to be of service, but just can't seem to find where you're intended to serve. You pray for big neon signs to show you the way, and hope that one will finally turn on and light up the whole sky. Now I'm not exactly what you would call a "risk taker" by any stretch of the imagination (though I have been known to do something stupid every once in a while). So sometimes I wonder maybe after being on the blocks so long and having the security of not having to commit to anything whole-heartedly, I am too afraid to really put myself out there. Perhaps I am freezing up when the gun is fired instead of bursting ahead at full speed. I guess time will show.