The world race has made me a freak.
I will be home in 85 days and I want to go ahead and prepare those at home for the freak that may be returning.
I can fall askeep anywhere.
Cold showers are preferred.
Flushing toilet paper seems uncanny.
I will second guess drinking from the tap.
I may start conversations with “one time in Mozambique..”
The “don’t be alone” rule has ruined me.
I will probably wear the same outfit for days on end.
I may borrow things without asking. oops.
Calling out in love has become normal.
I see God as my best friend. Not some distant man with a white beard waiting to strike me.
$5 for coffee makes me want to gouge my eyes out.
Traveling is now in my blood. I may disappear randomly.
The Lord has given me dank discernment.
I have a new role model.
My favorite article of clothing is a leopard print purple tank top.
i may randomly cry about street kids.
I will probably sprint to hookers on the corner…
I see the Lords potential.
The term missionary makes me cringe.
I am simply a Christ follower… following Him.
I will get butterflies to realize that the homeless people around me speak english.
Meat may sick me out.
I may accidentally drive on the wrong side of the road.
I may jam to African music.
If i see a rat, I may kill it.
I may go to bed soon after the sun goes down.
If may have 35 year old tendencies.
I will no longer let my surroundings dictate how I act.. or not act.
I am now more aware of the Spiritual Rhelm than I ever have been.
My prayer is that I get so in tune that I can see it.
The Lord gives me words for people.
I am over shallow friendships. If we are friends.. lets be real ones.
Let’s love each other.. and call out the good and bad in each other.
I have a desperate need for real community.
Just because worship is watered down and the Spirit is held back in the Body
…. doesn’t mean it will be in my own life.
I don’t like most movies anymore. I know, freak.
I think tattoos are brilliant. Let they controversial remarks begin.
I feel like I will be at home for atmost 6 months.
I don’t feel like finishing school is necessary…
I don’t see myself getting up and going to a 9-5 job.
I will die with converse on my feet…
somewhere where Christians don’t usually reside.
I want to adopt…
But I trust that God will literally drop unwanted kids in my lap…
I will not have to go looking for them.
Living by faith is a new aspect of my life.
I have grasped the fact that we are merely a breath
a vapor.
like grass.
here one day gone the next.
I have realized that my flesh and my soul are at constant war.
My flesh wants everything BUT Him.
my soul YEARNS for Him.
Screams..aches for Him.
I have to wake up daily and literally slay my flesh to live for HIM.
I don’t want it but I do…
Because I have been called.
I will not take anything for an excuse of why you aren’t living for Him.
Everyone has a story…
Everyone has done sucky things.
Paul killed Christians and was redeemed.
David lied committed adultery and murdered and was redeemed.
He doesn’t care at all about the past.. give it up.
He wants you. All of you.
Small bucket list for 2012.
Start learning Portuguese.
Be a painter.
Feed the hungry of Houston.
Love the loveless.
Write a song.
Paint the world on my wall.
Learn how to sew.. sow?
Be a barista.
Listen more than I speak.
Take random road trips.
Mentor someone.
Build something.
Scrapbook.
Be best friends with my siblings.
Lead something.
Love deeper.
Be intentional with every opportunity.
Embrace this short time of agony on earth.
Just be.
Make a list of things you want to do.
Life so so short.
hop on it.
