Guins win, weekend fun, and decisions decisions

Let me just start off by saying that I have had a wonderful weekend. On Friday night my Dad and Grandma came down to visit me. It was so much fun. They got here about 6 p.m. and we met at the church for me to give them a tour. They were very impressed with the building, and it’s actually kind of funny because even though I told them the landmarks around it, they drove right by the church. I explained to them when they finally got back that the church wasn’t built as a “church” originally but as a storefront. They said that this was apparent because they were looking for a steeple. Friday night was game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. I’ve grown up watching hockey with my Dad, so it was great that we got a chance to watch this important game together. I know it doesn’t really mean anything, but the fact that the Penguins won the Stanley Cup after 17 years of me actually watching it was something wonderful, and I got to do that with my family, so it was something special. On Saturday, we went to the beach all day to watch the Ocean City air show. We only got to see 3 planes because they cancelled it due to fog, but I had a great day lying on the beach and enjoying time with my family. That night we headed to the weekly prayer meeting, something for me that is rather special (and honestly my favorite service all week), and I had another refreshing time talking to the Creator of the universe. Sunday morning included what every Sunday morning includes, except that my family was there. I played drums on the worship team, something that my Dad and Grandma have seen me do since the beginning of my Christian walk, and I also handled the announcements and prayer for the offering. I had a chance to embarrass them a little bit because I made them stand up and had everybody clap for them. My Grandma enjoyed it, however, the look on my Dad’s face was rather priceless; let’s just say he is a little shy. After church we took a trip up to Delaware to have lunch with Chelsea and her family. This was the first time that our families had met, and after a little bit of an awkward start the conversation picked up and it was a great time (and the food was incredible, as always). Right now it is Monday morning, and I’m just trying to get myself together for the week with scheduling and planning and such. Pastor Bryan asked me yesterday in church if I would be interested in just staying for the whole summer. This question kind of rocked my socks because for the entire day yesterday I was ready to say yes. I don’t know what I’m going to do because as much as I feel wanted and needed here, I haven’t been at home with my family for more than a week in almost a year and a half. I planned on going home in a couple weeks to see my family, work so I had some money in my pocket, and get in shape for soccer season which is rapidly approaching. I know that it’s going to take a while for me to figure out what I want, and I know prayer is going to have to be a priority here because I’m completely torn. I want to stay, but I kind of know I can’t. The good thing here is that after 5 weeks I feel like they utilize my God-given talents and it’s pretty awesome to be effective in doing what you are called to do. It’s going to be tough to take them back. I like it here, but there will have to be a “last day”; I just don’t know when that is.