I don't like to pray...

I don't like to pray out loud. It is just not something that I feel comfortable doing. I never feel like I use the right words and I seem to repeat myself all the time. I also don't always know what to pray for. Here is a person who is in pain and can't speak and I'm supposed to pray something for them? Doesn't make sense in my head...

Don't get me wrong, I pray for every person I go and see. I love to hold their hand and pray over them. Just sometimes I talk to God about how I don't know what to say. I figure they don't either and I feel a connection to that. Driving around in my car is when I talk to God best. It's in those moments that God seems to listen best.

Who knew my truck would become my Holy Ground?

Keys to the car...

Today I got the keys to my new "car". The job is mine and I get to take it out for spin. It feels like the first day of school...a little nerve racking. I'm not really sure what to do or how to do it, but I think I'll be okay. I will probably over plan and over think a lot of things in the next week. I will miss my life as a youth minister. This one will be far different, but I'm thankful for the last eight years and how they have shaped me for today.

I never imagined I would be doing this. I never imagined I would jump from teenagers to old people in less than two months. I sat at Starbucks today with my fellow chaplains and realized that I am 40 years younger and a whole lot less qualified.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know I'm running towards something...