weekend warrior

You would be amazed at how awesome I am at wasting my weekend away.

The past four days were a blur. I played volleyball, tinkered with web stuff for a little bit, served at church, and played FIFA for 4 hours (by far the biggest regret of the weekend). I'm never playing FIFA for more than an hour at a time.

No, seriously. It's not just something I told my mom when I was younger. I'm being serious. No more than an hour.

So I had fun, had different opportunities and chances to take steps in the right direction and be challenged and put my faith in Him. But you know, chances go by and I remain rooted to the spot, still taken up about what people think and about little things that mess with my mind. I wish my mind weren't so complex.

I scheme a lot. Can I just have a childlike heart and a childlike faith? Just to know that the next minutes will be taken care of - that my Father is in control and He knows where I'm going even though I'm not? I don't want to have to yell "Are we there yet?" every fifteen minutes. I do, though.

"And he said: 'I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.'"
- Matthew 18:3

I am a weekend warrior. There's a battle over souls, and I end up giving in most days. But it's okay, right? It's slow going, but there's no knowing, that one day...