It's been a long, hard six months since I first heard the Lord say so clearly, "Leave YWAM and go to seminary." I've never heard His voice that clear, and if it weren't for the cheers, tears, and blasting worship, I could almost swear to you it was audible.
But here I am.
Accepted.
Going to Christ for the Nations Institute this August.
Finally stepping one foot in front of the other.
Babysteps.
Slowly crawling towards a dream I've had since I was 12.
I've always wanted to change the world, and for the past five years I knew God was going to take me to a Christian college, I just wasn't sure which one it was yet.
And here we are...
Accepted into Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas, Texas, with it's glorious 51 pages of rules and expectations. (Totally not really looking forward to this "no jeans" rule--I am the Queen of Jeans, heck, I sleep in them I love them so much! And if I could, I would wear them under my wedding dress. Hehehe...But I won't. That's not classy.) But in a twisted sense, I'm glad for them. And it is "seminary", why should I expect anything less? On the plus side, this gives me an excuse to shop for more clothes and shoes! (Wheeee!)
But I am not there in Texas quite yet. I still have two months and 6 days.
Not that I'm counting or anything...
And in those two months and 6 days I have 197 lives to take part in transforming, changing, bringing closer to God as I have been brought these last 15 months with YWAM Vegas.
I still have one more round with Mission Adventures to go.
I still have 30 some odd outreaches, 5 weeks of evangelizing on the streets of the Strip, 13 teams, 185 participants, 11 staff.
I still have opportunities to change the world drastically in Sin City.
And I intend to grab that bull full on by the horns, with the rhinestone cowboy, flipping my hat, yelling "YEEHAW!" at the top of my lungs as we go for the craziest, hardest ride I have yet to face.
And I will not let go.
Come hell or high water, I want to finish strong.
I want to finish last.
I want to run this good race like it's my last.
I want to hear my Daddy say as I am embarking on the 20 hour trek to Texas, "Well done, good and faithful servant. Well done, my Daughter, my Saint. Well done indeed."
I want to finish last, I want to finish strong.
But at this point in the dry, dry desert, I just want to finish.
I know God is good, I know He will supply, His grace is enough.
He will be the waterfall that will overflow this chipped cup.
God is good all the time.
All the time, God is good.
Two months and six days.
185 students.
5 weeks.
30 someodd outreaches.
1 Love.
1 Truth.
1 last race for the human race.
I'm grabbing the bull by the horns.
Time to ride...
But here I am.
Accepted.
Going to Christ for the Nations Institute this August.
Finally stepping one foot in front of the other.
Babysteps.
Slowly crawling towards a dream I've had since I was 12.
I've always wanted to change the world, and for the past five years I knew God was going to take me to a Christian college, I just wasn't sure which one it was yet.
And here we are...
Accepted into Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas, Texas, with it's glorious 51 pages of rules and expectations. (Totally not really looking forward to this "no jeans" rule--I am the Queen of Jeans, heck, I sleep in them I love them so much! And if I could, I would wear them under my wedding dress. Hehehe...But I won't. That's not classy.) But in a twisted sense, I'm glad for them. And it is "seminary", why should I expect anything less? On the plus side, this gives me an excuse to shop for more clothes and shoes! (Wheeee!)
But I am not there in Texas quite yet. I still have two months and 6 days.
Not that I'm counting or anything...
And in those two months and 6 days I have 197 lives to take part in transforming, changing, bringing closer to God as I have been brought these last 15 months with YWAM Vegas.
I still have one more round with Mission Adventures to go.
I still have 30 some odd outreaches, 5 weeks of evangelizing on the streets of the Strip, 13 teams, 185 participants, 11 staff.
I still have opportunities to change the world drastically in Sin City.
And I intend to grab that bull full on by the horns, with the rhinestone cowboy, flipping my hat, yelling "YEEHAW!" at the top of my lungs as we go for the craziest, hardest ride I have yet to face.
And I will not let go.
Come hell or high water, I want to finish strong.
I want to finish last.
I want to run this good race like it's my last.
I want to hear my Daddy say as I am embarking on the 20 hour trek to Texas, "Well done, good and faithful servant. Well done, my Daughter, my Saint. Well done indeed."
I want to finish last, I want to finish strong.
But at this point in the dry, dry desert, I just want to finish.
I know God is good, I know He will supply, His grace is enough.
He will be the waterfall that will overflow this chipped cup.
God is good all the time.
All the time, God is good.
Two months and six days.
185 students.
5 weeks.
30 someodd outreaches.
1 Love.
1 Truth.
1 last race for the human race.
I'm grabbing the bull by the horns.
Time to ride...
-Saint
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