another day, another...
Well, my life continues on its quest for the peculiar.
So, I'm working at Chic Fil A, and loving it. I organize a soccer match between our store and a new store that sprung up from our store. That occured today and we won. It was a smashing success and I felt good that I was able to help bring about such wonderful fellowship.
A few weeks ago, my sisters best friend asked me to give the message and perform the ceremony for her wedding this summer. She said that she knew I was not a minister, but asked if I could get ordained online and marry them. So I said yeah. Its so cool. I think its gonna get in the way of one of my soccer games, but oh well, such is life.
Sunday, I'm speaking at my dad's church. I'm really not sure what to talk about, but I believe that I'm going to talk about some old testament charectors. Possibly Samson, and David. Perhaps Joseph as well. Either about waiting on God, or about being being determined and persistent in your faith through the difficult times. Perhaps I'll talk about something else. I don't know.
Regardless, its odd that in the last couple of weeks I'm being asked to do things in leadership again. I don't know why. Maybe God knows my limits and maybe He knows I just needed to feel useful again. Or maybe, I've gotten past my own grumblings about my current situation, and God is able to use me again. I don't know. Its all rather peculiar.
I went through a quick spell of feeling sad at being single this week. I'm really not sure what brought it on. I haven't felt upset and lonely in a long time, but all of a sudden this week I felt those bitter and irritating feelings. I think part of it is that Abe has had his girlfriend over quite a bit lately, and part of it is that I'm not dating this girl from Malone, and its because of another guy. She's not dating him, but thinks she might want to. We may still end up dating at some point, who knows. We do have an awesome time when we are together. In any case, its a tiny rejection, and I think after 25 years of rejection even the small ones can hurt a bit. Its funny, because I'm not upset about the girl. I really don't know her that well. It was simply the being single that upset me. Well, I came home from work, and prayed for a bit, and rebuked Mr Devil a bit, then I took a two hour nap. Woke up, feeling great.
I really think I will end up back at Malone in the next couple of years getting a masters in school counseling or in ministry of some sort. If I do, I'll either be a grad assistant soccer coach, or I'm even tossing around the idea of playing again. I'll have to drop another fifty pounds to do that, but with the knowledge and understanding I have now that I never did in my playing days, and the better touch and overall skill that I now possess, I know I can do it. The question then becomes "Do I really want to." The second and more important question is, "What will help me become a collegiate coach more, being a grad assistant or two more years of collegiate playing experience?" I think I need to do more research on both of those questions.
So peculiar.
So, I'm working at Chic Fil A, and loving it. I organize a soccer match between our store and a new store that sprung up from our store. That occured today and we won. It was a smashing success and I felt good that I was able to help bring about such wonderful fellowship.
A few weeks ago, my sisters best friend asked me to give the message and perform the ceremony for her wedding this summer. She said that she knew I was not a minister, but asked if I could get ordained online and marry them. So I said yeah. Its so cool. I think its gonna get in the way of one of my soccer games, but oh well, such is life.
Sunday, I'm speaking at my dad's church. I'm really not sure what to talk about, but I believe that I'm going to talk about some old testament charectors. Possibly Samson, and David. Perhaps Joseph as well. Either about waiting on God, or about being being determined and persistent in your faith through the difficult times. Perhaps I'll talk about something else. I don't know.
Regardless, its odd that in the last couple of weeks I'm being asked to do things in leadership again. I don't know why. Maybe God knows my limits and maybe He knows I just needed to feel useful again. Or maybe, I've gotten past my own grumblings about my current situation, and God is able to use me again. I don't know. Its all rather peculiar.
I went through a quick spell of feeling sad at being single this week. I'm really not sure what brought it on. I haven't felt upset and lonely in a long time, but all of a sudden this week I felt those bitter and irritating feelings. I think part of it is that Abe has had his girlfriend over quite a bit lately, and part of it is that I'm not dating this girl from Malone, and its because of another guy. She's not dating him, but thinks she might want to. We may still end up dating at some point, who knows. We do have an awesome time when we are together. In any case, its a tiny rejection, and I think after 25 years of rejection even the small ones can hurt a bit. Its funny, because I'm not upset about the girl. I really don't know her that well. It was simply the being single that upset me. Well, I came home from work, and prayed for a bit, and rebuked Mr Devil a bit, then I took a two hour nap. Woke up, feeling great.
I really think I will end up back at Malone in the next couple of years getting a masters in school counseling or in ministry of some sort. If I do, I'll either be a grad assistant soccer coach, or I'm even tossing around the idea of playing again. I'll have to drop another fifty pounds to do that, but with the knowledge and understanding I have now that I never did in my playing days, and the better touch and overall skill that I now possess, I know I can do it. The question then becomes "Do I really want to." The second and more important question is, "What will help me become a collegiate coach more, being a grad assistant or two more years of collegiate playing experience?" I think I need to do more research on both of those questions.
So peculiar.