What a week...
Last week will go down in the annals of Jasonology as one of the most crazy and frenetic weeks in his long and storied life. (do you think I have a bloated perception of my own importance?) I don't know as I have ever felt so overwhelmed with life and underwhelmed with myself.
I had a great time at a Snow Camp speaking to a bunch of crazy adolescents over the weekend. I haven't been a Youth Pastor for almost 5 years, so I had to dust off my teenage tools and resharpen them. It took me a little bit of time to find a comfort zone again, but all in all, it was very good for my soul to be in the fat middle of the youth generation again. They are so full of energy, creativity and intensity. That was good chicken soup for my beleaguered soul.
I'm hoping this week will be more relaxing and less taxing. I don't think I can handle another week like last week filled with sleeplessness and vexation of spirit. I think I was under a spiritual attack or oppression. I'm not one to overdo the Christian metaphor of spiritual battle simply because I feel like it is used as an excuse to exonerate idiocy and overlook our human depravity, but something foul was afoot in my life last week. I don't know all the in's and out's of spiritual warfare, but I'm pretty sure I was experiencing it. I felt it lift on Saturday afternoon, and it hasn't returned. If someone was praying for me out there, thank you.
So I sit here sipping coffee bracing myself for the week ahead. May I struggle with all God's energy with so powerfully works within me. Col 1:29, I think.