The past four months in
Colorado Springs
were very dry for me. God didn’t really allow me to do much, only
enough to get by. I would pay my bills, then look over things and see that I had
only $10 for the next two weeks. I can remember looking in the cupboards for
some food and finding some chips at the bottom of a bag, some cheese and some
refried beans. I made some nachos and thanked God for the food and realized that
this was the first time that I was really thankful for the food. Before then I’d
been at home, in college, on the World Race. My basic needs would be taken care
of. I lost 10 pounds. God kept taking my securities away from me and asking me
if he was enough for me. And I kept saying “NO, You
aren’t!”
God allowed Satan to
tempt me with a bunch of stuff to test my heart. For nearly this whole time I
would get on my knees and pray and cry out to God, asking him what he wanted me
to do. It was the loneliest I’ve ever felt in my entire life – and this after 11
months of intense community. And I didn’t really hear from him.
Then I felt God leading me to quit my job (it was only part time to
begin with). So I quit my job, told the family I was living with I’d be out by two weeks and paid all
my bills. I had no money and no place to go back to. And to tack onto it, I
wanted badly to pursue a girl from my squad that lives and goes to school in St. Louis.
home with very little money left and not much of a clue what to do next. After
Christmas, I started making my way back to Colorado, making a short stop in Chicago to visit with
Danny Gutman, Colleen Foley and Sarah Burrows. I didn’t know what I was going back to. Then, within
about a week and a half, I heard about this possibility to fill a vacancy for a trip in Nicaragua (came up a little before
Xmas), God began speaking to me about many things in my
future, possibilities arose to work with a ministry in CO Springs after I
returned, and I started dating Sarah Burrows! But this dating thing will look
differently than most dating relationships since she’s now in the DR and I’ll
soon be in Nicaragua for four
months. Wa wa waaa wa wa (<– that’s a sad song playing… I hope you can hear it).
