What a week!

Well, I survived a week of school visits! It has been good, but it has also been the hardest week of my time here so far.
This week we went to a school every day from 8-1ish teaching baseball to kids between 6 and 13, and it was quite an experience! Every hour we had a new class that didn't know anything at all about baseball, so we went through a program with each of them to get them started! We were able to get each of the groups playing "baseball" by the last 10-15 minutes of the class, and I put it in quotes because sometimes it wasn't really baseball! The 6 year olds were especially entertaining, mainly because they did what every sport is at that age, turned it into mob-ball! The interesting thing is that baseball doesn't really work for that, unless you don't realize that the goal is to get a player out...but that is what happens when they don't listen or we are in a really echo-y gym. It was fun to see all of the kids though, and some of them were extremely excited about coming out to play, so we are hoping that some of them come out to the camp at the end of the month!
This week was also the most challenging because for the first time since being here I truly missed being in Oregon. I have always missed it a little, but I felt myself longing to go there to get back into a comfortable world I understand and know. This is normal for missionaries, but honestly, I wasn't really reacting the right way. I wasn't reaching out to the one reason that I am here, and that is God! I wasn't spending any time in prayer asking for strength from God, or comfort, or peace, or any of the things that he offers to those who ask. I made that common mistake of trying to get by on my own strength (which is interesting being that I'm a "missionary" :) ). Around Friday, I was beginning to figure that out, and after receiving an email from my mom about that same thing, I was pretty sure I knew what was going on. God was really trying to get me to ask him for help. I don't know where you are when reading this, and I have no idea if you think this makes sense or is crazy, but once again I realized why I am here and why I serve this God, the one thats in the Bible.
This is a little deeper, so here we go. I have been reading through "Forgotten God" by Francis Chan, and I have been convicted by God that I forget the Holy Spirit. I forget that I have his power inside of me, I forget that Jesus promised the Holy Spirit, and that he has as much power as each of the other parts of the Trinity! Anyway, the chapters I was reading were about prayer, and that just seemed to put more emphasis on my need to pray. The book discussed the need for our lives to be dependent on God, and I realized that I was trying to live a life dependent on him without asking for his help. I hope that makes sense, but that is how I have been thinking. Thankfully I have found encouragement, and since asking for help from God and depending on him I feel much better about being in Hungary for the next year. My biggest fear in all of this is that I would just go through time here waiting to go back to Oregon, but thankfully I don't seem to have those feelings anymore. I know they will come back, but I am hoping that when they do I will trust in God! I hope you find this encouraging in some way, whatever stage in life you are in! Thanks again for all of your prayers and support, whatever way that may be! It gives me great confidence knowing that I have a group of people 7+ time zones away that are praying for me!