I don't think it's too big of a secret that I don't like living in Gettys. In fact, I'm tempted to say that "I hate it." I'm not sure if it's the bugs, the community showers, the cramped living quarters, or what, but this isn't exactly accommodating to my needs. Yeah, I think I could learn to hate this place. Maybe it's the constant, non-stop rap music and random shouts and cries that can be heard at any and all hours of the night by the residents.
I really think I hate this place.
I'm really dissatisfied with life right now. While this is better than living at home, only marginally because I have the freedom of privacy and my independence back. At home those two were like jokes or rare commodities.
However here, I have no place of worship. I have no community. I have no place to call home. I'd like to call campus home, but as long as I'm hating Gettys and living there I can't exactly depend on it to be comfort. I want a place to serve. I want a place to learn. I want a place to grow and connect and build relationships that can help me grow and that can aid others in their growth.
I have found no such thing thus far. This semester is turning out terrible, so far. I have decided that it will be either the semester I take off, and grow and flourish and become something more and awesome, or it will be the semester I fail, fall, die trying. I can't predict which it will be yet, but I pray it is not the latter.
I really really would like to find a church to go to, and work with. Please tell me there's one out there for me...
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oh MAN do i feel your world!!! I struggled with that my whole first year until i got into an apartment finally... and i didn't leave that until my last semester!
Now I live in a barracks.... surrounded by Marines... with no car, little time off, 1200 miles from home... the other night I was reading some Lewis or Piper or something or other, and i heard the strangest voices next door... 8 guys were doing Mystery Science Theatre Voices for asian porn. and this is my life.
John 12.27 (and 28) has been the rally cry of my heart recently. Not that it is always helpful, because it isn't my heart, but because it reminds me of what i SHOULD be shouting! Maybe "it is for this purpose that [you] have come into this hour," that God may glorify His name. Either way, I'm praying that you will find the people around you to encourage you and be your community, your family. and i pray that you find a place where you can rejoice with those people, and that you would find a place that you can rejoice, or hurt, in solitude. I LOVE that I'm getting to experience something at least similar to what you are, that I can really weep with the weeping.
But I don't weep. Because I'm a man. and Men are TOUGH. The end.
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