My own space...

Yes, I finally moved out of the house, and boy does it ever feel good. Last night I moved all of my stuff from the house to the trailer that the Schussler's have parked outside. And of course it was last night that there was a storm and it got cold. =P I have electricity, but no heat, so needless to say I was pretty cold. It's just nice to have somewhere I can go to get out of the house, and I don't have to hear people moving around in the morning, etc. I'm also going to start eating breakfast alone rather than coming to the house.

Church this morning was so long! 2 1/2 hours to be exact. Well, including the time that we spent talking afterwards. =) The pastor did a sermon on mother's day, and after that a team that went to Mexico in April did a presentation that took about an hour. Ok, something that I've been thinking about for a while... Does it seem like more and more pastor's are preaching more from what other people have written rather than directly from the Bible? What is going to happen in our churches if Scripture isn't made applicable? It's going to become something that we read because we're Christians and it's God's Word, but we won't apply it to our every day lives or even understand how to. How are my kids going to grow up? Are they going to understand the importance and significance of Scripture in their lives? How am I to teach them that if the church isn't equipping me?

I don't really know where all that came from... Guess I have a lot more questions that need answered than I realized. How am I going to help the church? What role does God have for me in all this? As weird as this may sound, I'm actually beginning to think that just maybe God doesn't want me to go overseas as soon as I'm done at Prairie. I'd still love to, but is that what He's calling me to? I was first confronted with this a few months ago during a missions conference that was held at Prairie. One thing in particular that the speaker said that stuck out to me was that we should all be preparing to go but be willing to stay. Am I willing? I feel a burden for the youth of today. How can I help them? Can I use my experience of living in a "foreign" country to reach out to them and help them become aware of the need? Am I called to stay here and raise up missionaries rather than go myself? I just don't know anymore, and if you know me at all, you'll know that I hate feeling like this. There's a whole lot of prayer that will be going on in the coming months. Oh wait, for the rest of my life! Seriously, I don't know where this came from... I wasn't even really thinking about it until I started writing. Maybe God's trying to tell me something... Or maybe I'm getting ahead of things. I don't know...

You're probably sick of reading this by now, so I'll sign off... I kinda strayed from my original reason for writing... =}