One more week. Am I ready?

One more week to wake up before 9 AM because I have kitchen duty and would rather be sleeping in. One more week to stay and protect the house from gypsys while everyone else gets to go sing and play at the coffee house. One more week of not knowing what kind of mood anyone will be in tomorrow.

I have only one more week to wake up early with God, and serve the needs of His people and His workers that He has called here. I have only one more week that a house that is insuranced for over two million pound is put in my care to watch over for the night while everyone else is away. I have only one more week of following the winds of God's power whereever they go, not knowing where they take me.

One more week. Am I ready?

So much has happened here in Ireland. I can only apologize for not being able to update you anymore than I have... but, alas, there are only 25 hours in a day and on a missions trip God tends to get all of them to use however He sees fit. It's truly amazing the ways he's used my hours here in Northern Ireland. He's used me as an electirictian... something that I have no training in ... He's used me as a musician... anyone who knows me knows I have no musical ability... He's used me as a tour guide... what do I know of Ireland? It's simply crazy how God can use people...

One more week.

Am I ready to be used in ways that I never dreamt possible? Am I ready to serve willingly and wholeheartedly? Am I willing to go back to the States? Am I ready to reap the whirlwind?