I've been meaning to post for a long time now, haha. So much on my mind...crazy stuff. I don't know where to start. I was going to take a shower...but I just finished dinner. Not supposed to shower after you eat. Don't know why, that's what my mom always told us, haha.
I'll start with most recent news. I decided to do the internship after all. It's been on my mind for a really really long time and in my heart, that's exactly what I want to do. Because of finances I wasn't able to do it, but the church has been so awesome, they are going to work with me to get payments and figure out the money situation. What's even cooler, I heard that the Pastor himself wanted to help me out financially if that's what it took. Adam Bagwell also tried really hard to get me to come. He was telling me he normally doesn't do that because it really is our decision to do the internship or not. And although it is my decision, him and the other leaders really wanted me on "staff" or in the internship. That just blows me away. I don't know why they would want me. Pastor just said there was something about me and he wanted me as a part of the team. I'm just really touched at that. They barely know me yet they really want me there. So encouraging.
It was crazy. I had decided to just do my job and work the two jobs I have. But no....God has His own plans for me. Today at church, I was fighting with Him the whole way through the service. Great message and everything as always, hehe. But God reminded me of soo many things and really showed me some new things. Basically...I knew all along that I was supposed to join the internship even though at the time of my decision...everything was pointing away from the internship. Just had a lack of faith or something I guess. Maybe I was just trying to honor my parents. This is going to be really hard too because now I have to tell my parents I'm not going to work for the other place anymore. They are going to explode on me. I already know it. I'll probably write them a letter first. Break it to them that way. Then I'll talk to them. They are going to be mad at me...I already know that because I know my parents, but I have to do what I have to do for God. He's number one and I can't be selfish and do what I wanna do. Although...that job would have paid off everything that I owe. I'm just like....fine...if I have to live in poverty from now till the rest of my life...I will as long as God's will is done on the earth. But the cool thing is...God isn't going to let me live in poverty. He's already promised blessing and He came to give life and to give it more abundantly. He's promised prosperity. Praise God Praise God!!
Onto other news, hehe. I went clubbing for the first time in my life. I'm never doing it again in my life. I don't see why Christian's would want to go clubbing. So I get there Friday night. I'm with my friends, some are Christian, some aren't. I got in for free which was a blessing from God. I enjoy dancing and all....I hated the club. Finally all my friends arrive and we head to the dance floor. On the way out there, I get seperated from my friends and from the group. So I just decided to walk around myself and spend some time with God.
So I'm just talking with God about the place. Meanwhile, getting really sick to my stomach and felt like throwing up. The club reminded me of Sodom and Gomorrah. Just a place of sin, wrath, and rebellion. People doing things that was created as a sacred thing. Something precious. Sickening. I can understand why God would want to destroy those cities. I wanted to destroy the club and every other club. After talking a while with God, my friend texted me asking where I was, haha. I'm like...I'm around. =P Basically I told him to have a good time with the rest of the gang and to forget about me. I wasn't going to participate. Am I dissing clubs? You bet I am. I'm not saying anything about the people. My friends are good Christian's who love to dance and that's why they go. I know they aren't ever going to do anything bad. I just don't see the fun in it. I like to dance too, but not at a club. Do I look down upon the people that go? Not at all!! I was thinking during my time at the club....to just take the mic and start preaching!! hahaha. Have the Holy Spirit just fall on the place and deliver EVERYONE!! hehe. I felt God's presence all over me too. It was nice to have that comfort. After a while though the Lord spoke up and said, "have you had enough?" I said yes and walked out. I walked across the street, ripped off the over 21 armband they gave me and told God that I felt so ashamed just because I was there. So I ended up going back to my car to wait for my friends and put in a CD and listened to a sermon. =P I had my own fun that night, hehe.
All in all though, I'm glad I went to the club. I had never actually seen what goes on at a club although I hear the same things over and over. It was just really interesting to witness it first hand. I just know I'll never go back to another club. Sorry to all my friends who enjoy it...I just can't stand it.
I just need prayer now everyone. Finances, relationships with friends/family, and guidance for the future. Parents, haha. They are going to kill me, lol, but I have to do what God says. Obedience really is a hard thing sometimes. Praise God though that He's going to take care of everything. Take care everyone. Thanks for your prayers. God Bless and love you all very much.
Wayne Hsu and Holy Spirit ![]()
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