Last night was so good. We went to Father's House and split up into groups. My group was Ed, Gavin (Ed's adopted son), Cory, Rachel and I. We walked for a while and met three guys named Chris, James and Tim. We got to pray wiht Tim, he's disabled and needs a place to stay. It was interesting.
We then went to 1st and Burnside to the feed. Every thursday a non-profit organization named Night Strike puts on a huge schindig for the homeless population. It's not just food and clothes though. it's multiple churches coming together to serve food, distribute clothes, offer resources, do hair, wash feet, and offer Biblical counsel.
IT was so amazing to be there and observe. It was a lot easier to engage. I also enjoyed getting to know Samuel the Assisstant Director of Bridgetown Ministries under which Night STrike falls.
After hanging out there for a while we went home. Emotions ran high and tempers were short. We all had a shortage of sleep. So we didn't debrief. That was kinda hard.
This morning things seemed a little tense and awkward. It was a combination of things; one being the frustration of the ball and string game. I personally was really frustrated with our team when we didn't do well with that. So we ate and left for the garden all in a weird mood.
We gardened like that for a while, all thinging. I still don't understand why I don't feel like a team. Maybe because I'm biased based on my previous experience. I'm not sure.
Nevertheless, we eventually started playing the game George and that loosened everyone up a bit.
We finished up mostly and Jan called us in for lunch. She is such a sweety. Rachel and I played piano and then I played by myself when the others went to try and ride the horses. So eventually I went down and tried to ride the horses bareback as well. It took much prompting from Ryan and BRandon, I got on a horse with Rachel. We were doing well well until Ryan accidentally snapped a branch off a tree and spooked the horse we were on. I fell quite solidly and am still in a good amount of pain in my lower back, hip, and rear. No fun.
After that we headed to Gary's house where we got to play and hang out like last time. They made us a really good dinner. I really like his wife Judy. They're so sweet.
After Gary's we drove to Portland for "Flicks on the Bricks" in the square. The movie was 16 Candles. We thought the atmosphere would be different and that there would be more homeless people. But there wasn't, so we left.
We talked for a while around the fire pit and now are either packing, sleeping or writing.
I am not going to lie. I don't know really how to feel about the trip. We did totally different things and although they were service, it didn't 'feel' like it, which I guess is okay. I am glad we got to encourage the T.Y team though and give them the week off. I'm not really sure how I feel about how our team worked together. I feel like we were divided. Maybe because of the car situation or because we weren't all staying together. God can work through anything though, so who am I to speak? I guess I'm just questioning my purpose here on this trip. What could I have done better? What should be the state of my heart right now? Did I become more like Christ?
I'm not sure.
Dear Jesus, please take me and make me yours. Work in all of our lives. Lord, I so desperately need you. I don't really know what to do. Please change all of our lives for your glory.
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