After living in Kansas for the past 6 months, I'm moving. I've been hired by a Christian camp in south east Mississippi, just a few hours away from New Orleans. I will be the camps Aquatics Director for the summer, with the possibility of staying on fulltime in the fall. It seems like everytime I settle in somewhere I just end up moving. Lawrence has finally started to feel like home. I have friends here now and have even become a regular at a coffee shop downtown. So it sucks to pickup and move but I guess that's how it goes. I feel like God's given me my friends and now it's time to give them back to Him.
Mississippi will be the 8th state I've lived in since I graduated from High school 6 years ago and I've enjoyed every place I've lived. Drifting from place to place has it's disadvantages and has begun to be discouraging. But I've felt like every step has been God's will for my life and I've seen huge blessings come from each stage of life.
Within an "Experience Based Learning" trip the facilitator will move the group from one activity to another in order to get a desired response from the group. If the group has experienced a large failure in one activity the facilitator will then have the group experience an activity in which the group will experience victory and vise versa. I see this same pather in God's word, He seems to place people in situtations in order for them to grow from those situations and also to prepare them for whatever lays ahead. During the last 6 months I've experienced more encouragement from believers then during any other time. I've also experienced relaxation and I've been given the chance to bear the fruit of my relationship with Chris by witnessing. I really don't know what lays ahead of me. I don't know much about the situation I'm walking in to at this camp and I know practicaly nothing about living in Mississippi but I do believe that God has been preparing me to serve Him and that this will be another step in that process.
The Apostales were told to "go out in to all the world" and even Jesus Himself said that He had no place to rest His head. These are two passages that I find comforting when I think about how I don't have a home. When I'm backpacking I call my tent home, when I'm riding cross country on my motorcycle I call it home, yet the truth is that heaven is my home, I need to remember that.
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