Community

The past almost 5 weeks have taught me a lot about myself. But, more so, I feel like I have learned about the necessity of community. I am still visiting churches and have not quite found my niche yet. Every Sunday I feel like I am playing church roulette. I have not yet visited the place where I really feel at home. What's rough about that is that, without a church home, I have no social interaction with anyone but my co-workers (who are great btw). I am ready to find a group of people to bond with. It's so strange; I never thought I would miss HPU like I do. And really, it's not that I miss the college life. I just miss the people. I miss going to T and C at 2 am to get Pepto Bismal for my roommate. I miss the house flooding and having to evacuate. I miss lunch dates. I am in dire need of community.
Not to say that my life sucks or anything. I am extremely blessed. I have a great job, pay day is Friday, a loving family, a safe and cozy apartment, and wonderful friends who, even though we are hours apart, still keep in touch. So, even though I have yet to find community, I am trusting the Lord and that He is enough.

Reflections after 2 weeks of "real world"

Tomorrow I will start my 3rd week of teaching. This weekend I have had a rollercoaster of emotions about the whole thing. I honestly have not been this down in a long time. It's not just about the teaching, but I think the combination of everything really got to me. I am living alone, I don't have a church home, my friends are scattered all over the US, and teaching is so much more difficult than I thought. It is an extreme test of my faith. I feel like I am learning a huge lesson of humility. I am just praying that I can rely on God's strength...and not feel like a failure. Not let Satan get me down. I know that, for the time being, I am where God has called me to be. I can't forget that.