Tuesday, November 9, 2010

FIGHT!

The moment I realized my life is far less glamorous than people make it out to be was this: 11:48pm, five roommates sleep as I am sitting in a 3'x5' bathroom, on my computer because it is a surprisingly focused environment, with healthy lighting, two key components of late night productivity. That moment is now.

Why am I awake still? My mind is reeling with all the things I need to get in line before tomorrow. Outreach prep, delegating tasks for hospitality, communicating with work duty students, laundry, etc.

Why is there a time cap on these things? I am staffing a DTS, quite simply, no time can be wasted, there is not a moment to lose. Also, I am leaving for the FIGHT!conference in LA tomorrow.

What? Yes, good question. Tomorrow I am flying to LA for a conference that is quite simply going to be monumental and historical. Over a month ago, the Lord started stirring the FIGHT!conference/StudentCall on my heart, within the past week, He's brought everything into alignment so I am able to go. It's a great series of events that will be touched on in upcoming posts.

Speaking of upcoming posts, you can expect them to include information on this next week, the progress of our DTS, what the Lord is doing in my life and the lives of students, plans for outreach, what's after outreach, and whatever ramblings are stirred up. Let me throw this out there: If you haven't already, it just may be the time to put this site in your RSS feed. Things are about to get good, and you're going to want to be in the know.

Also, don't expect any further apologies for irregular posts. I'm trying my best, I'm so busy I sometimes want to cry(in a healthy way of course), and you are extending the most appreciated amounts of grace. You're wonderful.

OH, one last thing. I have decided to send out Christmas card this year. Does this mean I'm officially an adult? Because if Christmas cards are the requirement, I'm about to arrive. Please, I'd love your mailing address so I can send you a copy of my newsletter, and a rather lovely postcard to hang on the fridge.