At first, I agreed that we were indeed living in the time of the end, but somehow I could never reconcile myself to a certain date. Whenever we had chronology lessons, my mind just tuned right out. I still couldn't explain to you the whole Daniel years thing. Those dates just wouldn't stick in my head, no matter how hard I tried to memorize them:)
I wanted to pioneer because I thought that's what a person who wanted to show that they loved God should do. I had to wait until my children were older,though (I just couldn't force my kids to sit all day in a car-it didn't seem natural or loving to me). By the time I could do it, I couldn't find anyone who would pioneer with me (I was considered "bad association" because of local gossip).I had mixed feelings about pioneering. I loved talking with others about the Bible, but I always felt as a publisher that I was invading people's privacy when I called on them without their invitation in the early morning (maybe it's because I would have rather been sleeping in than knocking on doors waking people up. I always liked afternoon door to door better-people seemed to be a little less cranky when you didn't drag them out of bed).
I never made spirtual deadlines, consequently, I was always considered to be spiritually weak.