Purpose

So, I haven't really had any big time personal revelations lately so to speak, though I have had this lingering unsettlement with something rather ambiguous.  One of my best friends and former roomates, Lane, is working in Colorado at the same YL camp where I have spent 3 summers.  I wish like crazy that I was out there with him (with Gwynn of course).  It isn't the beautiful scenery, the perfect weather, or even the perfect job (horses) that I crave the most.  It is working for something bigger than myself, to sacrifice my body, my hours, and other options to try to share the Gospel with high school kids.  Not only does the underlying purpose of the day fail to be made apparent, but the support that you receive from everyone surrounding you working for the same goal from such a variety of perspectives is an incredible feeling of diverse solidarity that is simeultaneously unified and multifaceted.  The work does not end at what is directed at the campers but is nourished from what is directed toward one another.  It is if a community in such a fellowship is an eco-system in and of itself that can have ramifications of literally eternal proportions.  It seems as though my life is centered on relatively trivial matters and that my priorities are somewhat misplaced or unguided.  

The primary lesson for me to take away from realizing the root of my restlessness is that I can have purpose, fellowship, and fulfillment here in Boston.  God is certainly not confined to the Fraser Valley and I need to work to be conscious of His presence in the city and find ways to be grateful for it.  It is so easy to fall into the snare that some insignificant circumstance can place confines upon your happiness or your ability to carry on at least toward fulfillment.  Sometimes I need to tell myself:

Self, Cowboy Up