My day today and what I learned in Europe

Good day here in KC. Woke up at about 9am. Feeling less and less jet laggy. Drank a press pot of coffee, had some multigrain cheerios and sat in my pjs with my roomates for a better part of the morning.
Then, got on my winnie boots and strolled out the door to the Bennett's to send out our friend Irina. She is going to be a missionary in Sudan. She's like, moving there. The girl needs lots and lots of prayer. So we prayed. And we ate. And it was good.
Then, went out with a friend to grab some coffee at Latte Land. I'm still trying to find my way around KC and which places to go to sit and have a cup-o-joe that isn't starbucks. Latte Land was okay but it wasn't atmospheric enough for my tastes. The mint mocha was good though... Anyway, had a great conversation with my friend. Went to church tonight, came home and played my guitar, skyped with my sister...and now it's bed time.
Dunno why I'm giving you a run through of my day but oh well, I just did. Sometimes I want to go back to my old days of blogging where it was more like a stream of consciousness and not so much a formal post of anything in particular. I think I liked it better then.
General mood: happy and content. Excited for Christmas and find myself gravitating towards the Christmas tree.
What I'm excited about: Well, Christmas, as said. Jesus and what He is doing in the midst of IHOP, being able to go to Europe for two weeks and being able to come home. I say being able to come home because I've decided I really like home. I like routine. I like my bed. I like my roomates. And I like familiar places just as much as I like foreign ones.
What I learned in Europe: Well, a lot. Too much to write about actually. But one thing I've been thinking today is I learned how to pray for people and have a compassionate-Jesus-Spirit-Filled-heart even when I didn't feel like it. Scripture says our heart and flesh cry out for God (somewhere in the Psalms - 84?) And when my flesh has to cry out sometimes it doesn't feel like God per-say. It feels more like me making it up. But I realized while praying for people that this isn't true. Eventually when we cry out for God in our flesh our spirit takes over. God hears our weak "yes" and meets us with His Spirit - who dwells inside of us - whether we pay attention to Him or not. So what did this look like? This often looked like an extremely exhausted Jenn praying for people - and what started out with no love or compassion and no spirit of prophecy and prayer, often turned into the most heart felt prayers for people and the more evidence of God working through me. My weak-flesh-yes turned into God moving on people. It was great.
Humm it's like it's not about us or something. :)

Can't help it the song is coming to my head: my heart and flesh cry out, for the living God, your spirit is water for my soul.
lalalaalaalaa.