Visit to the ER

It was to my surprise to learn that I dislocated an arm at just a few years old. I have no memory of it whatsoever. My mother says that she took me to the doctor, and all I did was flinch a bit when he reset it. No tears.

So when it was all I could do to hold back tears while trying to breathe last Thursday night, Mom figured something was probably not quite right. My usually-high tolerance for pain was being stretched. Each inhale brought a knife-stabbing pain in my chest, and I had to resort to breathing very quick, short breaths. My parents decided it was time for a hospital visit, so we all hopped, skipped, jumped, or gasped (in my case) to the car for the ten-minute ride to the hospital.

Today's God-Story

It's one of those days when I feel like dancing, jumping, preaching, laughing & yelling out, GOD IS GOOD! I will share a couple of neat ways God showed Himself present with me today as I worked. Partnership development for my Albania ministry is now fully underway, and in just a week God has pointed out His guiding hand in several ways... trying to get it into my incredibly slow and dense mind that this is HIS work and not mine, and that I need to quite worrying, for God's sake... and I mean that last phrase quite literally, no irreverence intended!

Can't Sleep

After being in bed for over an hour now, my brain has not ceased thinking about everything I need to do, should do, wish I could do - none of which I can do right now or should think about doing because what I really need to do is SLEEP! I almost decided to blog around 10:30 but decided against it since nearly every single time I blog late at night I fight fatigue the following day. Tomorrow is Saturday and I don't go into work, but since my family are going shopping tomorrow morning I want to ensure that I get my full eight hours. I am one of those unfortunate souls who must have eight to nine hours of sleep for full brain capacity. Yet even then my brain fails me.

A Few Nights Before Christmas

First off, if you are my mom, stop reading right NOW and revisit on December 25th!

Doubting My Doubts

It is my final week of a three-week-long class on how to share my vision for ministry and tell stories better. Tonight my instructor asked me what I have learned, and I immediately answered, "I didn't know that I can tell stories, and do it well!"

If I don't feel absolutely prepared and confident at something I tend to withdraw. The same happens when I get carried away by the notion that everyone is better than me. Even at the beginning of the class two weeks ago I complained to my mom that taking a class over Skype is awkward and not ideal because of the disconnect I felt from talking to a computer screen. (So what should I do if I am in a situation that isn't ideal? Make the best of it... that just isn't my reaction the majority of the time.) It shows that maybe I need to Skype more.