Being in like...

Today, I found out that I don't like God. Im in love with God, but I don't like him. Our worship leader explained it like this: You know how there are those people that you just look at and you want to like them. And you go out of your way just to hang out with this person just because you think that there is something cool about them that you can't explain. Once you actually start to hang out with this person then you realize that they are as cool as you thought and you talk about them all the time. For example, this pastor said that he genuinely likes his wife, but also loves her. He said that some people that are married love each other, but don't like each other. They drive each other crazy but the only thing that keeps them together is there love.

I realized that my relationship with Jesus was like this. I loved him and everything he does for me, but all the praying and reading and all the other stuff drove me crazy. It seemed like so much work and I was just flat out not interested.

But from now on, I want to like God more. I want to go out of my way to hang out with him, and even look forward to spending time with him. When I do this, I wouldn't be able to go a day without talking about him to other people. Because the time that I spend with him will be the time I am looking forward to and planning around. Not only the most important time, but my Favorite Time!

In the midst of all of this, the thing that blows me away is that he already likes me! That he would give up so much and go out of his way to hang out with me for just 5 minutes. Because he knows that I am one of those people that he will want to like. And when I give him that time, he thinks to himself," I knew he was as cool as I thought he was." The bottom line is that God and I just want to chill with each other more often!!

Pam Pam..thank you ma'am!

Today Drew, Bethany, and I arrived in San Diego at 10:30 am, which would be 7:30 am back home. We are jet-lagged and have taken 2 naps already. The original plan was to go out on the town and look at stuff, but we are so tired that we cant even muster up enough energy to go farther than 700 ft to get something to eat. Which brings me to my first story. When we arrived at our hotel, our plan was to nap, then eat, then nap some more. So when we woke up from our first nap, I looked up some local places to eat. I found this place right across the street called Pam Pam's that also had 2 reviews. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to read one of them. The one I clicked on was written by this one guy who thought he was Julia Childs or Emeril Lagasse. It was literally 6-7 paragraphs, double spaced, with a works cited. (There actually wasn't a works cited but I was looking for one) He went on and on about the service, good prices, and wonderful atmosphere. He also explained that the reason that he was even there in the first place was because his kids fell asleep in the car. Random! Anywho, so based of this marvelous review we had to go. To make a long story shorter, the food didn't quite meet up to "the professinal's" standards. But lunch/dinner/linner was filling, but then again, if you hadn't eaten in 16 straight hours you would eat just about anything too.

By the way, if this isn't that funny/doesn't make sense...see sentences 1-3

Packing...let's do this!

Today I MUST start packing or else I will not have enough time/ effort to do so. Currently, EVERYTHING I am taking is nicely piled on top of our guest room bed. If you were to look at it...you would not see a bed. I leave in 3 days and haven't started yet. This mornings job: crank it out, and get r' done!!

My New Blog!!

SO...I am off to Gabon, Africa in T-minus 4 days. I thought it would be nice for family, friends, and other people to follow my whole experience online! Hopefully I will be able to update this every week or so, at least. But, I am not sure how to everything on this thing we call a "blog". It is kind of a new concept for me. But, I would like to give a shout out to Terri Hershey for giving me a crash course in blogging.