For years I have been talking to God about missions. Being a missionary going on a mission trip. And then this year when I checked my churchs website there was a trip that I immediately felt called to go on. It was like a neon flashing light with my name in bold letters.
So I contacted our missions minister. And I have started the paperwork.
Now I am praying even harder. The church has not officially picked the week in June for the trip. In fact they might bump it back to May. At my work site I had to choose my five weeks of vacation during the first part of January. So I have picked a week in June and I am still praying that I be allowed to go on this trip.
Then Dad had his accident. So I started having doubts about the trip. But Dads injuries are not that severe. So I feel like I am still suppose to go on this trip.
I know that I am going to have to work several overtime shifts. Each year it gets harder and harder to work over time. Or I should say, starting to work a lot of over time is difficult. And then recovering from the overtime.
Then after attending church this past Sunday, a friend brought up the subject. She said that she can totally see me going into the missions field. I asked her who had she been talking to. She said no one. So I told her all of the above information. She suggested that we bring this up in class next week. To allow the class to start praying for me and the trip.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Random things...........
Dad had an accident January 14th, 2009. This had been my first day back to the gym. I had a really nice time. Stretched, eclipsed, walked and streched some more. I was all cleaned up and almost on my way out the door to go to work. Thats when Mom called and told me Dad had fallen and they were going to ride in the ambulance to the hospital.
Luckily, I was right next door and I just switched parking lots and waited in the ambulance bay for the ambulance to arrive. An hour later they pulled up. The church was only a 5 minute drive away.
They brought Dad in on a strecther and place him in the hallway since he was not serious. So for the next ten hours we waited. He had a cat scan, x-rays and two MRI's. He had only broken bone fragments near his lower back and cracked some ribs. But he had a knot on the back of his head. At first he said his left eye was blurry. Then his eyes were giving him double vision.
Many people from the church came by the hospital. People who had been upstairs visiting their own loved ones came down to check on him. I think I counted about 35 or 40 total.
Finally around midnight they placed him in an ER room. The hospital guest in the room next door was Helen, a homeless person I know from the county jail. Where I work. While they were getting Dad situated I talked to Helen.
Later that week he was sent home and told to rest. A kind nurse from the hospital gave him a lift chair and a neighbor lent him a really nice walker.
The bones are healing. And the doctor says it could be three months to two years before his eyes are normal again. The double vision still gives him problems so he wears a black eye patch.
Now Mom has told me they are going camping this week and that she will be driving the truck pulling the camper.
So if you see a blue chevrolt truck with Kansas mud flaps pulling a camper, get out of the way.
Luckily, I was right next door and I just switched parking lots and waited in the ambulance bay for the ambulance to arrive. An hour later they pulled up. The church was only a 5 minute drive away.
They brought Dad in on a strecther and place him in the hallway since he was not serious. So for the next ten hours we waited. He had a cat scan, x-rays and two MRI's. He had only broken bone fragments near his lower back and cracked some ribs. But he had a knot on the back of his head. At first he said his left eye was blurry. Then his eyes were giving him double vision.
Many people from the church came by the hospital. People who had been upstairs visiting their own loved ones came down to check on him. I think I counted about 35 or 40 total.
Finally around midnight they placed him in an ER room. The hospital guest in the room next door was Helen, a homeless person I know from the county jail. Where I work. While they were getting Dad situated I talked to Helen.
Later that week he was sent home and told to rest. A kind nurse from the hospital gave him a lift chair and a neighbor lent him a really nice walker.
The bones are healing. And the doctor says it could be three months to two years before his eyes are normal again. The double vision still gives him problems so he wears a black eye patch.
Now Mom has told me they are going camping this week and that she will be driving the truck pulling the camper.
So if you see a blue chevrolt truck with Kansas mud flaps pulling a camper, get out of the way.
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