Bombardment and Adventure

I feel it coming at me from every angle. There's just no possible way to run from it.

It haunts me in my dreams. It's in my music. It's on message boards. It's always brought up in conversations. It's even the focus of CRU this week.

It is relationships.

It first started with a message board topic. Fine. Normal.

Then it came in a dream. Creepy. Odd.

It's always in my music.

It was part of a conversation I had with a younger-than-me friend. Depressing.

Then it came in another dream. Same person. Even more creepy.

Now, it will be the focus of CRU tomorrow. I think I really want to go.

Even though I feel completely overwhelmed by the whole thing, I am interested in other's perspectives/opinions.

Besides that going on, my mind has been running a mile a minute the last couple of days. I just wish I could turn it off. It's good, though. I finally feel like I am figuring out who I am. I have started making myself say definitive statements about myself. "I am...." "I like...." "I want...." It's kinda interesting.

When I was younger, I don't think I had a clue who I was or what I wanted. It has definitely come through many challenging and rewarding experiences.
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I received the greatest compliment to date Sunday. I was sharing a little of my story with a lady at the church I just started going to. She said that I was adventurous.

I have always wanted to be adventurous, but I always thought I was such a wimp. I thought adventurous meant sky diving, bungee jumping, riding roller coasters, doing this, doing that...whatever. I never realized that the things I have done have been adventurous.

At 15, I went on my first mission trip to Venezuela with Teen Mania. I knew no one that was going on my trip until my first day in Texas. I had never been on a plane before. I had never been out of the country, for that matter. And I was gone a month. Changed my life.

At 18, I "hopped" on a plane from Raleigh to Burbank, California. I was going to a ministry school in Pasadena. I knew no one. And when I arrived in Burbank, my ride was really late. I called my mom crying and wanted to come home, but I stuck it out. I was there for almost a year. Changed my life. Still is really.

At 22, I moved to Kansas City. I knew one person. My mom's friend who's 73. I lived on campus...which is an adventure in itself. I didn't know my roommate until move-in day. I didn't know any of my classmates, who had all been together for a year already. I have been to two different churches, where I knew no one. I don't know how long I'll be here, but I can definitely say that it is changing my life.

I can't help but believe that God will have another adventure for me. It might be while I'm here, or I might be going somewhere else. I'm just excited to be thought of as adventurous. :)