You want me to go where? Seriously? You're kidding, right?

Last night at Salt, I was convicted by the message about doing God's will. I've been hiding from His will, because it scares me. During the closing worship, I was praying and the phrase "wherever you want me" came up.

Minutes later, there was an announcement. Salt is forming a kind of "Salt Company East" at the U of I. My immediate reaction was "No. Not happening. Anywhere but there" so of course, I was one of about a dozen people there talking and praying about the possibility of going until 11:30. I didn't want to go because I was raised wearing cardinal and gold, and was taught not to associate with those wearing black and gold unless I had to.

This morning, I woke up, still thinking that I'd rather go anywhere but there. "Send me to a place without indoor plumbing, or electricity. Just not there." When I took my shower, there was no hot water. I'm not going to wait for the power outage. As of ~8:45 this morning, I'm in. We'll see if that's really what He wants for me.