Therapy

Today was most interesting. I woke up about 7:30 absolutely worn out from the dream I had last night. It was one of those dreams where you are chasing around after something you can't find and when you wake up, it feels as though a beating was administered in your sleep. But things began to look up as Melo went and got donuts for us.
At church I realized that I was wearing navy blue pants, not the black ones I distinctly remember getting out of my closet. I had the black socks, shoes and belt, but navy pants. Many of you were present for the debacle I made of the announcement concerning "Valentine's Day" next weekend, and as things continued on a downward spiral, I noticed at lunch that my pants had been unzipped all morning. Thank goodness for choir robes!
That's a pretty rough start according to most standards. However, the great thing about being part of this particular church is that as I was sharing about my mission trip, it occurred to me that I was surrounded by people who love the Lord and love me and were interested in what my life had been like that week in Guatemala. Sharing with you the things God revealed to me was nothing short of therapy that washed all the sheepish embarrassment down the drain. Thank you for being my church and letting me be your Minister to Students!

In Christ,

Jason