Friday, April 24, 2009

Conference

It was one of those days, man.  You know the type.  You get up all groggy and you have to run to work then you work all day and right after, you have to run to a missions conference.  So you get into your least comfortable shoes, get in the car, get stuck in traffic, show up 30 minutes late, and find out you're one of the first to arrive.  

So then you go back out to get a bite to eat.  Then after eating you shake hands with a few other missionaries, and head up for the service, which turns out to be incredible.

At this point somewhere after the opening prayer, although the rest of the day was a rush and you are still strung out on worries, God calms you down and speaks to you. Clearly.

Well, you know how the rest of the story goes.  You go back to your booth with a renewed sense of purpose, make all these great connections, and go home and eat an apple and update your blog.  Then you end it because you're so exhausted and have two churches coming to minister in your neighborhood tomorrow.

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