Raw

These next 4 posts will be journal entries from my Houston trip.

Let's start from Friday, Shall we? Ok, lets.

As I was walking into David on Friday monrning, bummed because I knew the Mexicoco groups would soon be crossing the border, Preston Carrie and Angie were walking out. Preston quickly told me that one spot for the Houston mission trip had opened up and invited me to go. After cancelling plans with Shelby, (love you) I decided to go--------> Fast forward.

Sunday night- I got back to Friends, had quesadillas with Amber and Parker, made some banging dirt pudding, and went to Mike Cliffords for Worship and fellowship for the Houston group. We sang, shared feelings and verses freely, and prayed and prepared out hearts and minds for the trip. The most moving part of that experience came at the end. Mike prayed aloud for us all, but his prayer was passionate and sincere. It wasn't just spoken, rather it was almost shouted. He was praying from his Soul. He prayed that was for at least ten minutes, yet it seemed like the shortest prayer I have ever heard. I believe I experienced prayer how God designed it to be...Raw. Heartfelt. A cry. A shout. An exultation. A praise. A longing. A fear. A call for help. It was awesome in every sense of the word. -----> fast forward.

Monday morning - We get on the bust, and I shot straight for the floor to sleep. After uncomfortable attempts to rest, I suddenly heard Patrick screaming "woah, woah, woah!!" Apparently the driver fell asleep at the wheel.

(in high speed) turn around. back at Friends. Played signs. back on new, upgraded bus with new driver. Houston in 10 hours. Good stuff. Sleep.
-----Until Tomorrow
Seth