A sneaky new entry.

It pains me that I haven't been writing recently. This blog was a monumental failure having only written one entry the entire time I was in Mozambique. Today I decided to resurrect it while still in my dressing gown at 1'o clock. I have been in England now since the end of August last year. In some ways it was a relief to get back. Mozambique was hard, harder than I expected. But now England has started to get hard. I have worked only two weeks since I returned and i have been lacking something, purpose I think. 

I got back from Albania a week ago. Lots of people were excited about coming home. I wasn't. I loved Albania, felt alive there. The question came up while I was out there: What am I called to? Then during a sleepless night at about 4am a few days ago I felt like the answer might have come. Iris ministries. Maybe that was the logical next step. I have known for a while God has been calling me to mission. I even felt he specifically said Iris ministries to me. But up until the last few days I had felt that it was something maybe a few years down the line. 

I read through iris' long term bumpf. I had already completed several of the steps by doing the mission school. i dropped them an email the other day and am waiting to hear back from them. Why not now I am thinking. Why not? Of course it scares the life out of me, I don't know if I'm ready, but am I called? thats the important question. If I am then I need to begin to get ready!