So we are coming around the bend here on the race and i am starting to feel the end coming. Even though I try
to avoid the thought as much as I can it’s coming from everywhere.
So to everyone that wants to know what I’m going to do when I get
home, let me tell you I don’t know. In the last few days I have
talked with a few different people that have asked me what I am
thinking about doing and so I ask them what they are doing. Its
always about the same I work at… and three nights a week I have…
at church Saturday I work in the yard, and Sunday I go to church and
hang out with my family. To be honest that makes me never want to
come home. I’m well aware that some day I will need to get a job,
but I don’t wont that to be my life. I don’t want to live for Friday
night anymore. I want my everyday to be filled with what God wants me
to do, not what my boss wants me to do. Like the Casting Crowns song
says, “the American dream is becoming more and more like a
nightmare.” I’m sick of trying to build my life with my hands. I
want the Lord to build it and form it. The song says, “I’d rather
have a shack on a rock than a castle in the sand.” I’m not just
saying that because I’m lazy here in Romania, I’ve done a lot of
physical labor, and I remember how much I miss having a shovel in my
hands. But I did not touch many lives when I was working full time.
I really did not even seek the Lord most days. I would wake up and go
to work never even asking what God wanted me to do that day. I don’t
want to live in the mundane, I want to live with God in the
craziness
to avoid the thought as much as I can it’s coming from everywhere.
So to everyone that wants to know what I’m going to do when I get
home, let me tell you I don’t know. In the last few days I have
talked with a few different people that have asked me what I am
thinking about doing and so I ask them what they are doing. Its
always about the same I work at… and three nights a week I have…
at church Saturday I work in the yard, and Sunday I go to church and
hang out with my family. To be honest that makes me never want to
come home. I’m well aware that some day I will need to get a job,
but I don’t wont that to be my life. I don’t want to live for Friday
night anymore. I want my everyday to be filled with what God wants me
to do, not what my boss wants me to do. Like the Casting Crowns song
says, “the American dream is becoming more and more like a
nightmare.” I’m sick of trying to build my life with my hands. I
want the Lord to build it and form it. The song says, “I’d rather
have a shack on a rock than a castle in the sand.” I’m not just
saying that because I’m lazy here in Romania, I’ve done a lot of
physical labor, and I remember how much I miss having a shovel in my
hands. But I did not touch many lives when I was working full time.
I really did not even seek the Lord most days. I would wake up and go
to work never even asking what God wanted me to do that day. I don’t
want to live in the mundane, I want to live with God in the
craziness
