180 Degrees
I have no idea who reads this and in some way would like to know, but in other ways, don’t want to know… but I just wanted to shout out I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!
In the last two days, my life has been an intriguing one. I usually never fight with my Mother, and if I do it’s more a harsh anger shouting match which can entail some physical aggression. However, in the recent visit it was a death silence match concluding with a “well if you’re going to be like that. you can get out and leave”… these ones a very rare and seem to hurt the most. With the pain caused often hindering the growth of love shared.
It is this event (not so much) and two other events which happened in the two days which made me wonder why I even bother trying…
I am meant to be going on a mission trip with a Christian group, called Student Life (www.studentlife.org.au), to Byron Bay over the Christmas break, evangelising and just having general conversations with the locals and tourists. However, I stuffed up Thursday…
Each Thursday I lead (or rather am meant to lead) an evangelism group on the Uni campus, which lately has not happen. I hate myself that I fail in this area and really want it to happen, but I am too scared, in an aspect, to put the steps in place when it actually comes to talking to “’”“strangers”“”.
This last Thursday, I was actually excited about doing evangelism. I woke up early for once - 530am and was ready for a GREAT day (a change from the last few months of dreary negativity), however, when it got to leading EV, I took the backseat. I was asked by someone older and MUCH wiser, if me, and the person I was taking evangelising, wanted to practice and as much as I didn’t really want to (because I then create an expectation and a standard of how evangelising is meant to be done), I decided to give it a go. After conducting the practice, a whole lot of unexpected feelings just rushed to the top and I freaked! I had to get out of the building and I had to find fresh air. This is one of the reasons that I don’t think I can go to Summer Projects (the mission trip to Byron Bay). If I can’t evangelise on a Uni campus, what makes me think that I can evangelise at Byron Bay? Why do I freak? It’s not hard… I’ve done it before… and I love meeting new people and making new friends. But if I cannot get over this ditch of non-evangelism then I cannot go to Byron Bay!
The other reason was because I screwed up on Friday. I backslid somewhere I haven’t been for awhile and don’t want to be often, but lately seem to be majorly/solely existing. I know I’m not perfect. I have never been. But when you’re expected to be at a certain standard to go on the trip, and you almost didn’t get accepted… the reminder when you screw up cuts pretty deep!
With these two/three things in mind, I have been looking at pulling out from Summer Projects, the trip to Byron Bay. This included going on the website to look at withdrawing my application. I haven’t got the money required yet, and I know if I am meant to go, God will provide but I don’t know how I (with who I am) could ever fulfil what everyone expects me to do.
However, today I got a present from a friend… I didn’t expect this at all, it was such a surprise ( I don’t know if they realised this or not) but when I finally got the chance to open it (—> I have to be by myself, because sadly I cannot open gifts in front of people easily… I wish I could but I can’t), it was just what I needed. It was a message to say Don’t Quit! Trust in the Lord. And I love it. If I could cry I’d be balling my eyes out right now :)
My friends are beautiful!