Although I have expressed to several of you that I strongly feel the Lord has called me to go on my DTS, very few of you know the story.
So I've been working on this draft for days and am realizing that it's a series of stories throughout my life woven together that lead to me to this DTS. In order not to overwhelm you. I've decided to post each story separately yet collectively. Here's the beginning:
Story #1 A walk Where He Talked...
The wind softly combed through my messy hair bun, and I breathed a deep sigh of content as I walked the familiar path to Memorial Park-- a 2 mile walk from my old apartment in El Paso. It had been two years ago that God had lead me to this specific park as I had been walking on my way to visit my friends Jess and Yeadon who lived 3 miles away. As I had come to the end of 2 miles, and was about to turn right to continue on to their house, a small voice within had coxed me to continue going straight. Darkness had been approaching as the evening progressed, so at first I ignored it and continued to take the right turn onto Piedras St. Yet no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the prodding to go the other way crescendoed until I finally gave in. What could it hurt to walk down this unfamiliar neighborhood? I didn't know what was to come, but I supposed a visit to Jess and Yeadon's could wait for another night. I turned around and continued walking down Grant Street. A surprising scent of fresh, crisp pine filled the air. Tears welled up in my eyes as rolling grass covered hills, full yet youthful pine trees , and wonderful little bridges came into sight. I hadn't known such a park existed in El Paso! This was the perfect oasis that I had needed: nature's little, peaceful shelter from the big, busy city.
Although I was once again walking the familiar path, something this time was off. It occurred to me that every single gated house along the path oddly had their gates open, even several doors were open.Of all the times I had walked this way, never had I seen any of these gates or doors opened. To my left was a gated alley way open to the public. "Lord do you want me to take a different path today?" Since He had once lead me to a great treasure through unfamiliar paths, I wondered if today He would have a new adventure for me. Then the same still small voice that had prodded me to go to the park all those years ago coxed my spirit once more, "No child you are not to go down that path. You will have many doors and opportunities open to you, but you are not to go down them; I have something specific for you. Keep going the way you are going."
"Father, does this mean you want me to continue doing youth ministry and stay in El Paso?"
silence
Although I felt a peace about staying with St. Clement's youth group for my last year of school, I had a peculiar sense that this was not necessarily the "something specific" He had in mind for me. Excitement and worry flooded me all at the same time. Wow! God had a plan for me and He wanted to reveal it. Uh oh. He had said lots of opportunities were going to be given, and I was not to accept them. How was I supposed to know which one was the right opportunity?
So I've been working on this draft for days and am realizing that it's a series of stories throughout my life woven together that lead to me to this DTS. In order not to overwhelm you. I've decided to post each story separately yet collectively. Here's the beginning:
Story #1 A walk Where He Talked...
The wind softly combed through my messy hair bun, and I breathed a deep sigh of content as I walked the familiar path to Memorial Park-- a 2 mile walk from my old apartment in El Paso. It had been two years ago that God had lead me to this specific park as I had been walking on my way to visit my friends Jess and Yeadon who lived 3 miles away. As I had come to the end of 2 miles, and was about to turn right to continue on to their house, a small voice within had coxed me to continue going straight. Darkness had been approaching as the evening progressed, so at first I ignored it and continued to take the right turn onto Piedras St. Yet no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the prodding to go the other way crescendoed until I finally gave in. What could it hurt to walk down this unfamiliar neighborhood? I didn't know what was to come, but I supposed a visit to Jess and Yeadon's could wait for another night. I turned around and continued walking down Grant Street. A surprising scent of fresh, crisp pine filled the air. Tears welled up in my eyes as rolling grass covered hills, full yet youthful pine trees , and wonderful little bridges came into sight. I hadn't known such a park existed in El Paso! This was the perfect oasis that I had needed: nature's little, peaceful shelter from the big, busy city.
Although I was once again walking the familiar path, something this time was off. It occurred to me that every single gated house along the path oddly had their gates open, even several doors were open.Of all the times I had walked this way, never had I seen any of these gates or doors opened. To my left was a gated alley way open to the public. "Lord do you want me to take a different path today?" Since He had once lead me to a great treasure through unfamiliar paths, I wondered if today He would have a new adventure for me. Then the same still small voice that had prodded me to go to the park all those years ago coxed my spirit once more, "No child you are not to go down that path. You will have many doors and opportunities open to you, but you are not to go down them; I have something specific for you. Keep going the way you are going."
"Father, does this mean you want me to continue doing youth ministry and stay in El Paso?"
silence
Although I felt a peace about staying with St. Clement's youth group for my last year of school, I had a peculiar sense that this was not necessarily the "something specific" He had in mind for me. Excitement and worry flooded me all at the same time. Wow! God had a plan for me and He wanted to reveal it. Uh oh. He had said lots of opportunities were going to be given, and I was not to accept them. How was I supposed to know which one was the right opportunity?
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