I didn't want to come home...

After an incredible week at camp with some seriously incredible girls, I didn't want to come home. For once, I felt like I was where I was supposed to be. I felt like the Lord was using me and I wasn't shrinking back from His calling. I could be myself; I could laugh at everything and not fight against the tendency to hide away in my room and not talk to people. It was the most fulfilling experience of my life. Why have I been so scared of it all this time? Now I'm dealing with life as it is and what I'm supposed to do on a day to day basis.

(more pictures here: http://olivet.facebook.com/photos.php?id=69600685&l=aa740 in the Ludlow Falls Camp album)

a picture's worth a thousand words

So I live a ways away from my family and several of my friends, not all of which are cool enough to have facebook, obviously, or they would. I've just found that facebook is the easiest way to post up pictures of life as I know it in neatly stored albums with unlimited capacity. I like blogger cause I can write and post pictures, but for straight up albums I'm going to dump my pictures on facebook. The cool thing about facebook is that people that don't have facebook can still see the pictures. I just found this out so I'm...needless to say...excited.

So Mom, this one's for you.

http://olivet.facebook.com/photos.php?id=69600685&l=aa740

Here's to finding a place to write. Not always thinking about what's coming next. It's almost a reflex, my mind on the screen.