I Don’t Know Where To Begin

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There’s not much good that can come from being practically bound to a situation, one in which you have no control over, and one in which the only preferable outcome is so completely out of arms’ reach, and all you can do is ride though that situation. Every painful and joyful and thoughtful and hopeful moment of it.

Winter camp was incredible. It was a great time to serve and to learn. Jason and Ryan brought the Word with so much fervor, it almost knocked me over. Worship was awesome. It was laid back and fun, and there wasn’t a feeling of, “We have to play these songs perfectly!” Worship ministry should never be like that. There should, however, always be a “spirit of excellence” (going back to my intern day lingo here…) that you put forth. Melanie did a great job of organizing everything, and… it was just great!

I came home tonight to a filthy house, with like 6 people sitting on the couch playing mancala and watching CMT. I brought a huge amount of free food that I got over the weekend, which was a blessing. Please, if anyone is reading this, pray that I find a job. It is my responsibility as a human being to get one. God surely doesn’t want me wasting away every day blogging and eating and doing homework.

Do you ever send out a text message and don’t get anything in response and wonder if it was just for no reason, or if it was because of something you said? You’d be making too big of a deal out of it to inquire, so you sit and wait. And then you realize it doesn’t even matter because people aren’t as paranoid and over-analytical as you are.

I wrote a song. It is 100% complete, and I am satisfied for once. I played it at open mic night on Thursday. It sufficed. Not to me, but to the rest. Which is alright, I guess.

I am dreadfully tired, figuratively speaking, that is.

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