This is going to be a very random blog post, so for that, I apologize. So - I went camping last week and as I am sure you can guess, I would have rather been a million other places than sleeping in a tent in the cold, constant rain. But the time with the kids was good. It was very different for me because my DPK and Westies were in the same place at the same time. Some of the kids were absolutely atrocious with their behavior and were sent home on several occasions (I thought we were a little too forgiving at times).
This past week has been me on holiday, getting used to the new place where I am staying, and overall just trying to figure out my life for the next three months. I am very torn because I want to do more than I have time for. I naturally want to drop all my detached work and just spend time working in groups with my kids, but I don't think that is going to work.
I had a very interesting conversation with an elderly woman the other day (look at me be politically correct). She, after hearing I work in West Belfast, told me she had NEVER been to West Belfast in her entire life during which she lived in Belfast. This is a perfect example of Northern Ireland. A woman can go 60+ years without ever traveling twenty minutes to the other side of the city because of their religious affiliation. FASCINATING!
I think God and I are starting to see a little more eye to eye on some issues here. Of course, I wouldn't be me if I wasn't wrestling with Him the whole time, but you know how that goes right?
[Looking back, this is a very uneventful blog post. I kinda felt pressured into writing it because everyone else was doing it...]
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