Missions. It's accepting to boldy go where no man has gone before and chase after the winds of God. Its following the lead of the one who made everything in order to reap the whirlind of his power. Its pausing to breath deep the breath of God, filling your lungs up with His words. Its crying yourself to sleep at night because you know you can't go any further and waking up in the morning because God made the sun shine one more time.

I've been in Ireland chasing after God's will for nearly a week now, and no, I don't know what my purpose is here. I know that since I've arrived at least two souls have been saved - completely seperate from my own work. I know I've taken many walks to the beach with youth and teens my age to sit and talk awhile about this that and the other thing. I know I've followed God's will.

You see, as anyone who knows me would know, I've often said that I was trained in what not to do rather than what to do. In return God has brought me up to be one to disciple, to be the one who takes the time to make sure everything's going right, to be the one who let the Spirit lead him on a walk with a new friend and open up conversations that we've always wanted to have but no one would take the time for them. God's used me to be the one who's got the little sayings that make sence. "It happens." "Smile." "When life gives you pants, enjoy the pants." And maybe a few that don't make sence to anyone but me.

If I were to base my time here on success and had to reach x amount of points and then I went directly home, I believe that I would already be back in Mentor. No, no one's given their life over to God because of me. No, no one's publiclly rededicated their life to the Lord. But I've touched people's lives. I've made them smile. I've made them laugh. And I've made a few stop crying. Even more so, I've been touched. We forget how powerful God is. We forget that He can take perfect strangers and make them brothers in a matter of hours. We forget that He can let a lifetime of confusion and questions and bring them to a head with the right person there to catch you if you fall. We forget that He pulls the tides in and out like clockwork for our own amusement.

Because I am knowingly posting this journal on the internet, I cannot record details of this person or that person because I have not their permission to spread our conversations to the world. But know this, o faithful reader - the Lord has worked here in Ireland. People have been changed. God has a vision, and now, finally, people are starting to wake up to it. He is truly beginning to pick out the leaders of the next generation. I may not know why I was chosen to be one of them - but with his guidance and direction we will reap the whirlwind. Four more weeks. I am ready.