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so, i'm still really poor, and i'm not necessarily worried about the money for ireland, but my parents sure are. i just want to trust God to provide, but they seem to think that if i don't get the money, i'm not going. like that's even an option. it kind of pisses me off. i also feel a tad bit uncomfortable giving my friends and people from church support letters, but people have to tithe, and i know that they want to support me, i just feel rude almost. i can't wait to see my mom tomorrow. i hate money. this old guy came into my work with the most brilliant possum joke today, and then the whole blarney stone/herpes bit the day before from the woman at work...i don't know what i have to be the least bit uncontent about. and i'm not, i'm just a little on edge. i wish that i wasn't. i wish that i trusted God more and that i didn't worry at all or wasn't mean to anyone ever. on september 9th, my youth group and i are starting pray21, a program of intense, 21 days of prayer and devotions where we meet one on one with the students and talk about what God's doing through this dedication to pray. i can't wait.
And in his upper room, with his windows open toward Jerusalem, he knelt down on his knees three times that day, and prayed and gave thanks before his God, as was his custom since early days.
i want a custom like that.
And in his upper room, with his windows open toward Jerusalem, he knelt down on his knees three times that day, and prayed and gave thanks before his God, as was his custom since early days.
i want a custom like that.