Yesterdy I decided to take some time off of work to go turn in my passport application. First I needed to get a print of my birth certificate, since I couldnt find mine. i figure I misplaced it after taking it down to Milwaukee for military entry processing in 2011.
So thankfully, I was able to get one printed out yesterday, and, in the same building, headed down to get my passport photo taken and turn in my application. The lady there was very nice to me, and upon seeing all the countries I listed as future visitation, she asked me what I was planning on doing. I saw this as an interesting opportunity, and told her I was going on a mission trip to spread the Kingdom of God. We quickly struck up a conversation on apreading the Word. While the conversation was short, I enjoyed talking to her. I guess the fact that I had no expectation of talking to her about God was what made it so awesome.
After finishing up, I headed to A&W to get some grub, as I commonly have (Though I am giving up eating out for Lent). Leaving the parking lot there, I heard a strange noise coming from the right rear of my car. I wasnt exactly sure what it was as I didnt notice a lack of handling or the car pulling at all. However, after seeing a man roll down his window and point at my rear wheel as he drove buy, I figured I had a flat tire. So I pulled into the Taco Bell parking lot and saw that indeed it was flat. After digging out the jack, I couldnt figure out how to use it (and later found out I was missing a vital piece). Eventually I got help and was able to get home, and got a new tire tonight. Strangely enough I was very happy during the whole situation. Not bummed out, not upset. Not even just content. I was genuinely excited for no reason. Most likely because I know I'm one step closer in preparation to be the hands and feet of Jesus.
