What I do know is that there is a reason why I didn't feel led to go on with the Wilmington Plan and pursue writing. Before Sunday night I had almost pushed the idea of missions into the ground, and I had started thinking about stuff I could possibly do as a job in the good ol' US of A. But I couldn't think of anything. I've always loved writing...but I just never felt completely good...or when I did, it was just kinda like okay, so now what? (That sentence made little to no sense but oh well.) Teaching...ehh, if I can't explain myself to two people, how am I going to do it with a group of 20 little kids (I would ONLY ever do little kids :D)? So that was a no. I've never felt like pursuing anything...there was time when I was obsessed with photography and I would take pictures of everything...ever since I was in elementary school...and I loved traveling and animals...so I wanted to travel around the world and take pictures of animals...haha, great dream job, right? :D but then, I realized I've grown to think animals smell and I still love taking pictures but I'll leave it for the professionals as a career. Then there was my grandma who always wanting me to follow in her footsteps and be a nurse, but the sight of blood makes me sick and I hate even the SLIGHTEST talk of broken anything or anything in the body being out of place. So that was a flat out no. All that was left were my passions...for travel and my heart for other cultures and the people of those cultures.
Over this year, I must go on a mission trip, and I plan on doing just that. I want to go to Thailand, I crave it. The thirst is running through my veins...the thirst for another country, more so then even Thailand. I'm just directing that thirst towards Thailand because that's where I have always felt. And of course, I feel compassion for Africa...so much compassion...but Thailand...I don't know...there must be some reason why God placed that in my little 12 year old (12, right? idk, ATF with Grits... :P) heart. If that's where God provides, and money willing (I hate money, I really do.) that's where I'll go next summer.
So that's what I mean by purposefully directed. I want to learn my face off and absorb and be a sponge and discern if that is the path I am supposed to go down...and if college is right for me (I pray my dad never reads this...he'll have a heart attack) which it probably is, but exactly what college and for what (If I'm not supposed to major in Writing I would still like to minor in it). I'm getting excited, though more and more nervous!
Update Wise:
- I am having a Car Wash on Saturday, August 1 at Lowes Food
- Spaghetti Dinner on Friday, August 7 at New Beginnings Church on 42 right before Rainbow Lanes. It is $5 a plate and tickets must be pre-ordered so we'll know how much to make. I'd really appreciate it if you can come out or spread the word!
- I am still roughly at the same amount of money that I was a couple weeks ago, which scares my dad. But God provides.
- I'm going to call the Honor Academy when I get off of here to ask them more in dept on how much they raised coming into it and how easy/hard it is to raise money on the weekends once you're down there. I need to step it up more. Thank you all soooo much for all the support (though I don't really know who reads this, haha, if any really know about it.). :
- And hey! I just found out Bethany Dillon lives in Dallas! Ha! Maybe I'll meet her! :P
But that is all from me on my end. Reading Daniel currently...pretty sweet! :)