I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m leaning towards moving back to SoCal now that Georgia is no longer an option. I could serve at my friend’s church plant while finishing up my seminary degree. This would also allow me to be closer to friends and family. The only real downside at this point would be the cost of living.
I admit that the vicinity to the ocean has some part in my decision as well
There was once a boy who dreamed of growing up to be just like Superman.
His cape may have gotten caught on too many closed doors along the way, but he’s still there.
Waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.
Daring to change the world.
I don’t want to be the kind of man who looks back on his life and realizes he achieved all of his dreams only because of how small those dreams were.
I’d rather say I failed at being different than say I succeeded at being normal.
This morning one of my coworkers ran over a large nail on his way to work, resulting in a non-inflatable flat tire.
During our lunch break I decided to go outside and change it for him before he had finished eating.
I would’ve kept it a secret if I could, but I sort of had to ask for his keys in order to get to the spare.
“Dear friends, although I was very eager to write to you concerning the salvation we share, I found it necessary to write appealing to you to contend for the faith that was once for all delivered to the saints.”
- Jude 1:3
This is the burden of my heart; the stirring of my soul.