September 12, 2005

Jason: It´s a late night for me. I´m listening to Kutless cry Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb on my MP3 CD player. God has sustained me and encouraged me throughout the last week-and-a-half. I´m just now starting to recover from the initial shell-shock of being dumped amongst strangers with whom I can barely communicate. I´m definitely the alien here.

Praise God that I haven´t forgotten Him in the melee. I forgot a lot of things, though. Why am I here? How will Kris and I ever survive this? Through the fearful haze of all these questions, I can still here the holy whisper, "I will be with you. I AM."

Kris and I were joking this weekend, reminiscing how one of our motives for joining the PC was to stretch ourselves and get out of our comfort zone.

Sounded like a good idea, in theory.

Problem is, it worked, and we´re discovering now how much we like being comfortable. This is hard stuff. But we´re convinced that this is better than the comfortable, familiar track we were on. Love and purpose lead us on, a purpose to live more like Christ did.