the first sentence i seem to read in most blogs is, "wow, its been awhile since my last post." so to keep you from seeing the same thing. i'll put it in the fourth. wow, its been awhile since my last post. now i used to write a lot in this blog, almost daily there for a while. then i took a leave of absence, and sprinkled some trinkets here and there. but this time i'm back. i've moved to a young life camp, washington family ranch, for the year, and thought it'd be nice to update people who want to know about what the crap i'm doing here.
i'm out here with 13 other people, and yesterday, thursday, we past our week anniversary together! it was quite beautiful, i don't really remember what happened, or what we did at the moment, but im sure it was lovely. in all seriousness, this past week was information overload. info got uploaded, downloaded, and rebooted. the past five days have all been trainings on how to pretty much do anything and almost everything at camp.
we just started our 'official' jobs for the next few months, and i'm happy to say i'll be mowing some lawns..a lot of lawns, and raking some leaves..a lot of leaves throughout this fall. as more of these blogs seep out, my goal would be to not only update you on some of the adventures i'm going through, but also to share where god is taking me. what i'm learning, about both him and myself.
the next post will most likely have something regarding the wilderness, a chariot, ke$ha, and hopefully the godfather..but no promises on that one.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
the three
looking at the stars
i'm thinking 'bout what do do
soaking up the rain
trying to get to you
but i find myself
on sorrows edge
doing everything
but i can't get you outta my head
we are awakening
we won't go away
you say
open your eyes and you'll see
just what we came to be
we are the three
i'm thinking 'bout what do do
soaking up the rain
trying to get to you
but i find myself
on sorrows edge
doing everything
but i can't get you outta my head
we are awakening
we won't go away
you say
open your eyes and you'll see
just what we came to be
we are the three
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Return
this old story, has been told before
this old story, has been heard before
it has one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they can do.
that one man, he fell down on one knee
he said, "hey woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "give me a moment, i have to fix my hair."
she would talk about him, like nobody else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
so they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about.
their ain't a whole lotta happy, in this ending
that man would come home late, every single evening
he started talking a lil different, and walking a lil funny
he said to the woman, "i can't call you honey..anymore."
that one woman, would sit and cry on her floor
waiting for the man, to come and walk through the door
but the man was out, spending all his money
he had two or three, of which he called them honey.
bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he dug his knees into the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "i don't like who i am, but i know who i wanna be."
the tree talked back, said "stand up and be proud
i was planted here, to give men like you a sound!
so make it loud."
"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done"
that woman said, when her hair was all done
"i have been washed, by His only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go.
home."
this old story, has been heard before
it has one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they can do.
that one man, he fell down on one knee
he said, "hey woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "give me a moment, i have to fix my hair."
she would talk about him, like nobody else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
so they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about.
their ain't a whole lotta happy, in this ending
that man would come home late, every single evening
he started talking a lil different, and walking a lil funny
he said to the woman, "i can't call you honey..anymore."
that one woman, would sit and cry on her floor
waiting for the man, to come and walk through the door
but the man was out, spending all his money
he had two or three, of which he called them honey.
bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he dug his knees into the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "i don't like who i am, but i know who i wanna be."
the tree talked back, said "stand up and be proud
i was planted here, to give men like you a sound!
so make it loud."
"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done"
that woman said, when her hair was all done
"i have been washed, by His only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go.
home."
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