Adios compas!

I know I've been updating alot lately, but I swear this is the last one for a while. I'm just making up for never updating.

I leave tonight for Ecuador. I'm really pumped for God to spread hi smessage through me. Its a missions trip, but I don't know if I feel like a missionary...yet. All the prepartions that have been happening over the past couples months, and hectically this last week still don't make me feel like its actually happening. Its just so surreal that I finally have the chance to go out and do something big for my faith. I hope I can take this attitude into my walk everyday. If everyday I had the attitude that I was going to go do something big for the Kingdom, how many amazing things would I be able to do? I really hope I can take everything that I get from this experience and use it to help me and others grow. This is so cool that God has chosen me to serve others like this. I pray that my team and I bond well. This is so mind-boggling.

See you in a little over two weeks!!

Wow

"I attended a church in the suburbs and finally found a men's gathering where they talked about hunting and eating wild game, and I would sit there feeling like an idiot, pretending to be amused by stories about shooting deer, and how somebody's buddy rushed into a cave and killed a bear while it was sleeping. The truth is I was never amused. I wasn't even interested. And even though my best friend Roy and I went fishing a great deal when I was a kid, I was never that much into it. For me fishing was just something to do with a friend. I never went hunting, either, and I was not groomed for sports. I liked war movies some, but I liked human drama movies more, movies like The Breakfast Club or The Karate Kid - Movies where geeks prevailed against great social odds so they could date cheerleaders. But when all the football analogies started up at the men's group, and all the talk was about how, in our spiritual lives, we are like characters in the latest bloodfest movie, except we only get to kill people metaphorically, I just wasn't feeling it. So, I continued wondering if I was one of the guys, wondering if I was really a man. I wondered why they couldn't speak to somebody on my level. I thought, for example: Why not have a men's meeting where we talked about how Duckie got to kiss Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink, and how someday we were all going to kiss Molly Ringwald, metaphorically?"

-From To Own a Dragon, By Donald "Jesus" Miller

If I didn't know that was from a book , I couldv'e sworn I wrote it.

That is exactly how I feel, all the time. To a tee. Nothing can put it into words better if I tried.

So i got a blog

I just figured it was easier than an LJ because if I started posting again, Amy and Nathan would yell at me.

Here we go again

-Trento