Statue of Clay?

So why didn't I just put my name? Well, to answer that question I'll first tell you why I chose this name. I chose it because it's what I am. See, my goal is to be a statue that stands fixed pointing to heaven, and for now i'm just made of clay. When the rain comes I often melt and lose my form. But the more I stare at the sky, the more the Son will bake me, and the stronger I will become. One day I hope to be a statue of stone, that can stand the weather, unmovable, staring to the sky without blinking. Why didn't I just use my name? Because every time I write I don't want it to be "me" writing. I want to remember to keep my gaze fixed upon Him and so I chose a name that will remind me to do just that.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Hitchhiking (continued)

The next morning Anthony and I woke up and drove over to Clearwater Christian College. He had a retreat he had to go to at  10:00am so I started getting ready to leave too, but then it started storming so I went back and slept in his dorm room till 12:00. I started walking from the college down the road towards Tampa because there wasn't really any good place to get picked up where I was. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do because it's really hard to get picked up in the city, but I figured I would discover what to do when I got there. Before long it started to rain again, but there was no where to find cover so I started praying that the rain would stop or that someone would pick me up. I put a poncho over my bag and kept walking, this time trust that God had the situation under control and that He would take care of me. Before long I came up to a side street where a work van was parked. The driver walked up the bank and said that he had seen me walking but didn't have room to stop so he drove ahead of me and was waiting to see if I needed a ride. He was from Puerto Rico and did electric work in the Clearwater area. I noticed a Bible on his dash and our conversations turned to God. We had a very refreshing discussion about Gods faithfulness as he drove me through Tampa to the outskirts where I would be able to get a good ride. Before we parted ways I gave him my number because he wanted to make sure that I got picked up. He said that he would come back and pick me up and take me a little further if I couldn't get a ride, then we prayed and I walked down to the exit.

 After waiting at that exit for a while prayed about it and decided to try to walk down to the next exit. There wasn't as much traffic as  I thought there would be and the people that were passing didn't seem like the kind that would pick me up or that I would want to pick me up. While I was walking a car stopped up ahead of me. He said that he usually didn't do stuff like that but felt like God wanted him to pick me up. He was a Catholic but didn't want to know what I believed or really what I thought of God though he was full of opinions. He decided that he could take me all the way to Orlando and on the way he told me a lot about himself. He taught psychiatrics at universities for a living. His former wife had bi-polar as well as many other mental disorders and had kicked him out of the house multiple times. He said he still loved her and it really had him torn up about it. The more he talked the more I realized that the only way I could ever be a psychiatrist is by the help of God because I think that he probably needed one as a result of all that he dealt with. After we got into Orlando he took me to eat at Golden Corral then he dropped me off at the mall. It was about 4 when he left.

From there I tried to see if Tim could pick me up, but he didn't have any transportation so instead I took the bus. It took a good 4 hours to get from Buena Vista to Castlebury where Tim could come get me. It was 10:30 when we finally met. We went to a house party one of his friends was having, then came to his house and crashed.

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