Fruity

I went out last night for the first time in a long while since the Encounter Weekend. Megan was leaving on Saturday so we decided to go to Fruity, and I joined them after cell group there.

I prayed before going, praying that God would protect me from temptation, and I called Andrew and asked him to pray for me. In my experience there is so much temptation everywhere once I step into an environment like that. And I do like to go, and to dance, and to let loose. Sometimes I feel pretty confused as to what I should be doing, and I really wish that I could mature in Him more. I feel as though many times my heart is the thorny soil that Weeleon is speaking of, and I know this may not be encouraging to everyone else but I still have to write it out because it's the truth.

Anyway, I was really glad that even though there was temptation, as there always is, I think God was honoured and I had a great time. In the end, we all stayed up until 5 talking in my room, and the long and short of it was I met this friend of my hallmate who goes to the Charles Morris cell group and he asked me whether I went. I didn't know he was a Christian when I first met him, but after that it all clicked into place; the quietness, the smile, the evident I-don't-know-how-to-express-it expression on his face, as though he'd been continually fed ... It just suddenly made sense to me, like it did when I first met James, the leader of that cell group. I hadn't known he was a Christian then as well, but it did seem to click into place again when I found out, and I remember writing in my journal then I had to go for Charles Morris cell.

It's funny, but I think I had a meaningful night. I truly did. We had a wonderful time chatting in my room, and I'm going to go for Charles Morris cell, and I think maybe this is the start of something new... life is moving so fast that I feel like I am being whisked along, and have to run to catch up with the path set out for me to follow.