Hmmm...where to begin. This week has been one of the craziest since I've been here. Emotionally and spiritually I feel like I'm trying to figure out alot of things. Here is a sampling of some of the questions floating around in my head:

When do I try to dialogue about an injust situation and when do I just let it go because I know the only person getting hurt there is me?

What were Christ's desires for his life? Would he have been a firefighter, astronaut, nanny if given the choice?

When are my desires important and when do I need to sacrifice?

Why can't I handle authority?

Many of these issues are coming on the heels of our retreat last weekend. All the young adults were brought to Pensacola to figure out our vocation. Since I feel I have already done this for the next step in my life, I was mostly excited to hang out on the beach and play my favorite game- try not to get sunburned in any place weird.

Alas, there was a mishap which cast a gloom over the rest of the weekend. The first night, I was part of a trio responsible for getting a 15passenger van stuck in the sand. It was pretty funny, with lots of sand flying everywhere. Details aside though, the leadership made us feel like assholes, like teenagers who had snuck out and wrecked Mom and Dad's car.

Also, in large generalizations, I have a hard time sitting and listening to my inner voice in a beach house surrounded by our materialism when there are people suffering everywhere.

Anyway.

I've decided to become a vegetarian this week. This may shock some, but I'm 3 days in and doing well. I tried my first Boca burgers. They were pleasantly delicious. Tofu may take some getting used to. Essentially, I'm trying this as a spiritual practice as well as for health reasons.

Currently, I'm getting ready for Museum Day. This means all the parents at Andy's Club have been invited to come see all the artwork we've been doing this year. Mostly I'm concerned that parents won't come or that they will come and be sassy. Please pray for this.

Saturday I'm volunteering at the March of Dimes walk here. I'm very sad to not be doing this with my family this year, but glad to be helping in some way. Please remember little Owen in your thoughts.

Next week my parents are coming for a visit. Then we're going to Natchez at the end of the week for a mini-vacation. Hopefully, this will all be good times and the weather won't be too hot!