Excuse me as I hyperventilate....
PostPosted: Sun Jul 18, 2004 6:49 pm
So… There I was spending a lovely week at my aunt and uncle’s house; horseback riding, hog tying ostriches, swimming, having my first encounter with leaches, when I get a cryptic message from my father to come home immediately.
So, I hop in my batmobile aka Chevy S10 and shimey-shake my way back home, only to find out that he received a phone call from my uncle who had just gotten off the phone from speaking with Paul & Nancy N.
They’ve been in Japan for the last zillion years as missionaries with Christian Arts Network (CAN) which specializes with reaching out to Japanese artists and the sort through the arts in hopes of helping them start a relationship with Jesus Christ (http://www.japancan.com/Site/home_en.htm)
They’re back in the States a month earlier then what I had last heard they would be, and will be visiting our church next week.
Excuse me as I hyperventilate.
The last time I met them I was, like six. They’re good family friends, but I have barely any memory of them what-so ever.
Which brings me to me desperate plea for prayer:
I’m going to ask/beg them to let me fly out there next summer for a few months and learn the missionary ropes, to see if that really what God wants me to do.
But I’m scared silly. I want this so bad; this has been my dream for as long as I can remember, but I'm scared.
So yeah, pray that things turn out right. Please?
So, I hop in my batmobile aka Chevy S10 and shimey-shake my way back home, only to find out that he received a phone call from my uncle who had just gotten off the phone from speaking with Paul & Nancy N.
They’ve been in Japan for the last zillion years as missionaries with Christian Arts Network (CAN) which specializes with reaching out to Japanese artists and the sort through the arts in hopes of helping them start a relationship with Jesus Christ (http://www.japancan.com/Site/home_en.htm)
They’re back in the States a month earlier then what I had last heard they would be, and will be visiting our church next week.
Excuse me as I hyperventilate.
The last time I met them I was, like six. They’re good family friends, but I have barely any memory of them what-so ever.
Which brings me to me desperate plea for prayer:
I’m going to ask/beg them to let me fly out there next summer for a few months and learn the missionary ropes, to see if that really what God wants me to do.
But I’m scared silly. I want this so bad; this has been my dream for as long as I can remember, but I'm scared.
So yeah, pray that things turn out right. Please?