There weren’t any words that could really describe what I’m talking about in this blog post so I just picked a couple random ones (farkle buttons) cause I figured they were as good as any.
I have so much to blog about ladies and gents. Some stuff that I’m pretty stinkin’ excited about too. Also, I’ve been told that my blog posts are too long and thus, I am going to start trying to cut down on my meaningless chatter and get to the point (the irony lies in the fact that I’ve now used an entire paragraph’s worth of words to get this blog going…and and entire sentence to explain the irony in that…)
So if you read my last blog post, you know that I just recently returned from the training camp for my WR squad. It was insanely hot, intensely humid, fairly sleepless (due to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements), and was maybe one of the most amazing weeks of my entire life. Apparently Jesus loves irony as much or more than I do which makes me happy.
At the close of training camp, I felt like my heart was torn three different ways. One part of me was screaming “OK Christian, let’s just do this! Let’s go right now and get this show started!� A second part of me realized during camp how much harder this year will be on some of my relationships back home than I had been aware of. That part of me was so thankful for the 7-8 weeks between TC and launch that I get to spend really digging into those relationships before I leave. Then, the third part of me was just thrilled to have 7-8 weeks to process through all the crazy stuff Jesus did in my heart during TC.
SO, right now I’m exceptionally excited about this next year, but am also trying to really dig into my friends and family while I can and I’m spending as much time as I can processing through the truths that Jesus spoke into me during TC. Also, as one of those truths involves a greater understanding of the power of prayer, I’m spending as much time as I can praying over the nations that I’ll visit this next year, over my team, over my squad, over my relationships, and over everything else that pops into my head when I sit down with Jesus.
Today, I want to share with you what Jesus did in me on the third night of TC. It was one of those nights that I have NO DOUBT will forever be a night that I remember as a night where Jesus pulled me into an intimately new relationship with Him. You’ll have to read part 2 though if you want to hear about it! (I’ve been told that if I split my blog posts into two parts, you’ll be more likely to read them. Thus, I’m going to shamelessly try to manipulate you into actually reading more of my words than you thought you wanted to…or at least I’m going to try the theory out…)
