Barneyisfat

I want to be allowed to dance. I don't dance well - I have literally no rhythm - I can't even clap my hands in any pattern. Yet, I think that at Toccoa Falls this is the biggest issue for me. I want to be somewhere that looks at the Bible in a relevant and real way. I have been praying about this a little and my plan for now is to go to Toccoa for the next year and streamline my schedule to open up more time for ministry and the real education that God has in plan for me. Teaching my friends what I have learned about Christian community, interning in little ways with Joe Peabody jr. as he starts The Water's Edge, and working with a solid growing church (Toccoa First United Methodist) is of paramount importance.
Yes, the degree is important - but, I no longer feel especially called to Toccoa Falls. I plan (this is all a little sketchy at best) to intern with the United Methodist Society for missions in Russia (Kazahkstan, the Russian Far East, or Moscow) for 9-11 months. I can go after Annual conference '07 and be back before Annual conference '08. This will count for only 3 credit hours, but it seems to make more sense in the long run. Besides that, I feel incredibly compelled to go to Russia. I have really been praying about whether I just want to go back to Russia or if this is God's will. I'm pretty sure that it's God's will and not mine. That makes me happy.

Completely unrelated and propably not blog worthy in any sense: I compare myself to a plum if each person had to choose a fruit that described them. It doesn't take any effort to get to the real deal. It is sweet and rarely subtle. It has a pit, but then again something without seeds isn't considered a vegetable, and I would rather have a pit that gets spit out than seeds that get stuck in your mouth. I love plums, but when I bought some and offered to share them with my friends no one wanted any. I feel like a plum. Nobody wants me, but I know that I am a person of worth because of what Christ has done for me.

Sorry about being so emo. I'm going to go eat a bowl of sadness for breakfast. I love all of you and am glad you are praying for me.