I've got so much to say and I feel like I'll never live long enough to express everything I'm thinking.

I just got back from a two-day yearbook workshop in Marion, Indiana. I got a ton of information shoved down my throat about journalism and writing and Photoshop and theme development and InDesign and editorial leadership and cover art. After re-learning about copy as well as the use of various types of leads, captions, and headlines, I knew I had to tell the teacher everything I was thinking. I was scared, and I considered not saying anything at all. I almost walked away. But I remembered a testimony Mike Freeney gave recently and it changed my mind. "I don't know about you, but it upsets me when I'm at work and I hear somebody curse the name of my Lord and Savior," he had said. I felt this bold urgency I've never experienced before.

After class, something like this happened: "Hi! Sir, I noticed you took God's name in vain several times while you were teaching and I just thought you should know that I'm deeply offended by that because that's a name very precious to me. I don't know if you take your family to church or if you even believe in God, but I'd love for you to take this tract and read it."

I also gave out tracts to my editors and to a girl I interviewed for a writing assignment. I didn't get much of a response out of any of them, but I do hope to start up the conversations again when school starts. I had two girls from Church of Christ who believed baptism was a requirement for salvation. I explained that baptism is something you do after you get saved as an act of obedience to God. One of my editors said to me, "I didn't know you were all into the Bible and God and stuff." I smiled at the opportunity. I sat down next to her on the couch and said, "You know, I just got saved last Wednesday." She responded, "What do you mean?" Talk about God opening a door! I explained to her what being "saved" meant and how it happened for me. After that, she didn't seem too interested but I gave her a tract anyway. I also chatted with girl who described herself as "ex-Pentecostal."

Although I spent a lot of time feeling like I couldn't explain anything clearly or find any of the right references, I have faith that God will work through me to bring these girls to Him. Witnessing can be so nerve-wracking. I don't always feel like I'm "qualified" to lead someone to the Lord but at the same time I recognize that I know enough and we're all running out of time. I was scared at first, but now that I've started to get into the swing of things, I'm (more) ready (than I was) to go to school next week and tell everyone I talk to, "Hey, let me tell you about the God I serve and the change He's made in my life. Let me tell you why I know for a fact I'm going to Heaven and how you can, too."

"Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God (1 Corinthians 10:31.)"