It's nearly two a.m. and I haven't blogged in a long time, but there seems to be a resurgence on the blogosphere. I don't know. Here is some stream of consciousness:
My car broke down over spring break. I started biking to campus and back. Then some people in the church gave me their car. Whoa. Since when does that happen. I am really thankful and blessed. Talk about unexpected. I love community.
So the driver's side door handle doesn't work in this car. When I want to get out, I have to open the window and reach out. But the window handle is hard to crank, so I lower it only as much as absolutely necessary. But then I end up pressing my arm against the top of glass and now I have a bruise.
This statement is more effective in person when I can show it to you and whine.
I am going to L'viv, Ukraine next month for two months with MTW. This is a great opportunity and I am getting more and more excited about it. Taking the gospel overseas is a frightening and exciting thing and I want to see what it is like. I can't wait to meet university students and see the city and learn about missions. I just facebooked the three other people that are coming for the summer. Yikes.
Okay but the other thing about going is that it takes money. A lot of money. And I have to have it by the end of the month. So I have sent out support letters, but I really just don't know how to go about this. This is a huge amount of money and I don't think I can raise it. But I also think I can. I'm worried on a logical, intellectual level, when I try to calculate how much I need to raise, from how many people, in how many days, etc. But if I don't try to calculate, and think about being in Ukraine in six weeks, it doesn't seem scary. But then I just think I'm in denial.
So I don't know.
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3 comments:
i can't believe you are going to be out of the country again in only 6 weeks. crazy.
crazy and exciting - that kind of crazy.
I really like you. And your car. Borrowing it Saturday, I felt my own bruise beginning to develop. We would have been twin best friends. Oh wow.
(since the only physical difference between us is my lack of arm bruise....riight....)
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