Today was the day

Today I had my interview with the district. It should have been relatively simple, but of course it couldn't be. I woke up, plenty early enough. I had shaved last night, just to make it one less thing I would have to do. I knew that I was going to be a bit nervous, even though I had no reason. I showered and began to dress in the clothes I had planned to wear. Of course, now my shirt looked wrinkled, even though it didn't look that way yesterday. I ironed it. Then did it again. Then one more time. (*note, I need to get better at ironing, or marry a woman who is good at it and doesn't mind) Now the shirt was perfectly pressed, but one problem. Now it looked dirty. As if the iron suddenly made my nice clean shirt dingy and covered in lint. So now I have to change shirts. Not a big deal, just having to adapt to the situation. I grab another shirt, and of course this one in completely wrinkled. I iron this one and finally get going.

Next up, the drive. I start driving down a two lane road that goes through the woods only to see traffic stopped. I didn't even wait to see what the problem was. I just turned around and went back to the Glenwood Ave to try and make up some time but to no avail. There was slow people crowding up the road like they were purposely trying to make me late. I called up and was able to get someone to let them know that I was running a few minutes behind (thanks Sean).

I walked into the interview and was extremely nervous. I still can't put my finger on a reason why. There were two members of the committee in the room and three were on the conference call. The questions that were asked of me were not difficult questions but my nerves made some of my answers not as clear as I would have liked. I remember at one point struggling to remember the word accountability. In the end, I don't feel that it went bad, but I do know that I didn't answer and say all that I feel I should have. I am not concerned about the outcome of the interview, as it is in God's hands. I just wish I hadn't sweat through my shirt!

Time for an interview.

I officially have an interview date set. On 11/11. I will be meeting with the district committee for my first interview. It is both exciting and scary at the same time. Every day is like that. One minute I am in a rush and feeling like there is so much I could be doing right now if I was already there. Then out of nowhere, I am hit with the feeling that I am unprepared. I haven't been praying enough, studying enough, Do I know enough about the country, etc. I've had this conversation with a missionary friend as well as with future missionaries who have all been where I am.  They all have said that if you aren't having these feelings that something is wrong. If you think that you are fully prepared to go to a foreign land and do battle with Satan on your own, you are mistaken. We can achieve nothing of significance without the guidance and power of the Holy Spirit.

(p.s. I thought I posted this a little over a week ago. Sorry)