September 30th,
It felt good getting back to work today. John and I put up foam and rock-board for underpinning on a trailer out in Prestonsburg, about a forty-five minute drive I think. I wasn't tired either which was cool. I suppose I have gotten a lot of sleep lately actually which is surprising. When I came back I cleaned my room for awhile then helped make fish tacos with Nate and john. I wish I could have eaten them but I don't like fish, oh well, I had chili instead. Our weekly house meeting took a long time and i'm not feeling good tonight as it is. I am questioning a lot of things right now, how much I can and can't communicate with people in NY, how much of a toll certain relationships are having and so on.... it's been a long week and I have some hard stuff to sort out in my head...
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
The Other Side
September 26th-29th
I was commissioned friday, and now thinking of it, it was quite surreal. To say it was deep would be shallow. It was emotional, inspiring, exciting, saddening and overwhelming all at once. The candle-lit song was especially difficult and very beautiful. Today I am truly beginning to mold my shape of family within my house and understand who I am going to be with. In the evening I hung out at Jackson, played beyond balderdash, and hung out with Jess, Josef, Sarah, Anna, Priscilla, and Kelsey. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings later on which was pretty fun, I do have to say though I was having a rough evening and my amazing brother John stepped in and asked me how I was doing which in itself made all the difference in the world. Now as for Saturday, oh wait.... I went to bed at ten pm on friday and woke up at three on saturday.. yah. As for the evening of saturday we watched The Silver Linings Playbook and ate pizza. Even later into the night John made apple pie, I went on a walk with someone whom really understands me and watched The Bling Ring by myself (I wasn't really tired) Sunday I went to the union church in Berea then slept through the two and a half hour drive back home. This evening I cleaned up my stuff, played Trivial Pursuit with the house and talked to Nate for awhile about some deep stuff. Oh, and filled out my frustrating paperwork for the month.
I was commissioned friday, and now thinking of it, it was quite surreal. To say it was deep would be shallow. It was emotional, inspiring, exciting, saddening and overwhelming all at once. The candle-lit song was especially difficult and very beautiful. Today I am truly beginning to mold my shape of family within my house and understand who I am going to be with. In the evening I hung out at Jackson, played beyond balderdash, and hung out with Jess, Josef, Sarah, Anna, Priscilla, and Kelsey. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings later on which was pretty fun, I do have to say though I was having a rough evening and my amazing brother John stepped in and asked me how I was doing which in itself made all the difference in the world. Now as for Saturday, oh wait.... I went to bed at ten pm on friday and woke up at three on saturday.. yah. As for the evening of saturday we watched The Silver Linings Playbook and ate pizza. Even later into the night John made apple pie, I went on a walk with someone whom really understands me and watched The Bling Ring by myself (I wasn't really tired) Sunday I went to the union church in Berea then slept through the two and a half hour drive back home. This evening I cleaned up my stuff, played Trivial Pursuit with the house and talked to Nate for awhile about some deep stuff. Oh, and filled out my frustrating paperwork for the month.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
A Time And Place
September 25th,
Honesty.
When we hear this some of us hear truthfulness, some of us bravery, some of us hear idiocy, some of us vulnerability, and some of us fear and pain. The fact is honesty can mean all of these at once and that's why it's so huge, it is an unlimited action, it has no boundaries; the personal reveal of complete honesty will open our frame to construction or destruction. It's easy to skip honesty as a whole though... i mean who would go through all that just to say they're being honest? It's not about just going through the action of being honest. Honesty is synonymous with guilt in the way that it is a path way to a lifestyle not a style of life. Honesty at it's largest is the action of living a singularly motivated lifestyle through our words and actions. This doesn't mean this lifestyle must be instantaneously expressed exposed and unraveled before all eyes, there are times and places for that, this means living as one person based on a singular set of values. How much others know of this walk and where it is is not a matter of honesty it's a choice of transparency. Within all this lies many definitions for many people and what we do with this will decide whether we are ready to grow or not.
Honesty.
When we hear this some of us hear truthfulness, some of us bravery, some of us hear idiocy, some of us vulnerability, and some of us fear and pain. The fact is honesty can mean all of these at once and that's why it's so huge, it is an unlimited action, it has no boundaries; the personal reveal of complete honesty will open our frame to construction or destruction. It's easy to skip honesty as a whole though... i mean who would go through all that just to say they're being honest? It's not about just going through the action of being honest. Honesty is synonymous with guilt in the way that it is a path way to a lifestyle not a style of life. Honesty at it's largest is the action of living a singularly motivated lifestyle through our words and actions. This doesn't mean this lifestyle must be instantaneously expressed exposed and unraveled before all eyes, there are times and places for that, this means living as one person based on a singular set of values. How much others know of this walk and where it is is not a matter of honesty it's a choice of transparency. Within all this lies many definitions for many people and what we do with this will decide whether we are ready to grow or not.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Invest In Each Other
September 24th,
We talked about being invested in our community yesterday. We talked about giving up your time and energy for others. These things are great on paper but in person, oh they are so much more different and so often difficult. I am realizing now how much we need each other, how much we really, truly need someone, maybe even a stranger to ask us how we're doing and how we're feeling. This looks completely different in every situation but it's the same concept at heart: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I want someone to ask how my day was, I want someone to care how I am, want to share my joys and pains and in the end.... I don't want to be alone. So I determine what that would look like in action and do the same for others. We are often quick to admit we have many problems, but why cant we consider that of others? We talk our talks and walk our walks as if we had no clue we are all screwed up ti'll someone tells us so. I'm going to make an absolute general statement for every human breathing today; Every single person is struggling every single day. So be kind, don't throw on that label, talk to them, and show them you care.
We talked about being invested in our community yesterday. We talked about giving up your time and energy for others. These things are great on paper but in person, oh they are so much more different and so often difficult. I am realizing now how much we need each other, how much we really, truly need someone, maybe even a stranger to ask us how we're doing and how we're feeling. This looks completely different in every situation but it's the same concept at heart: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I want someone to ask how my day was, I want someone to care how I am, want to share my joys and pains and in the end.... I don't want to be alone. So I determine what that would look like in action and do the same for others. We are often quick to admit we have many problems, but why cant we consider that of others? We talk our talks and walk our walks as if we had no clue we are all screwed up ti'll someone tells us so. I'm going to make an absolute general statement for every human breathing today; Every single person is struggling every single day. So be kind, don't throw on that label, talk to them, and show them you care.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Day Two
September 23rd,
Not all aspects of my orientation are as splendorous or grand as others. History is enlightening but not entertaining, procedure is necessary but not amusing. But these things had to be covered none the less. I'm considerably tired at the moment so with that in mind I regret to leave this entry so barren and no doubt there were many happenings today but alas, even I need some sleep.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
The Commitment Project
September 22nd,
Commitment, it may very well be the most human trait.
A robot has objectives, calculated cold hard A or B choices. Thank God we're not like that, we can choose our commitment. Yes we can choose what we're committed too, we cannot however choose our attitude of commitment, we are always going to be committed to something. No? What do you want when you lie down at night? That's what you're committed too. Alright so we're committed but to what? That's up to you, no one but you can choose your commitments. Where we invest our love, we have placed our whole commitment. We will commit to what we are passionate about because that's just it; the beauty of being human is that our hearts dictate our commitments not the other way. Maybe you know what commitment looks like already, maybe not. Maybe your biggest commitment is your sports team, maybe you've given your very life for your country, maybe you've given your time to orphans and special needs children, maybe.... maybe you've made a commitment to something bigger than yourself. Today, I committed to something so much bigger than myself. Today I was awakened to the gravity of what I have committed myself too. Today I signed up to unconditionally serve, learn, lead and love the people of appalachia and my fellow volunteers. This is not a light matter in my mind, this is big. I have said " This is where my heart will expend, this is where I will invest my effort and emotion." and I meant that. Appalachian people are now my people, these volunteers are now my brothers and sisters, this place, oh this beautiful place is now home. I am going to spend the next five days in orientation figuring out how much that really means.
Commitment, it may very well be the most human trait.
A robot has objectives, calculated cold hard A or B choices. Thank God we're not like that, we can choose our commitment. Yes we can choose what we're committed too, we cannot however choose our attitude of commitment, we are always going to be committed to something. No? What do you want when you lie down at night? That's what you're committed too. Alright so we're committed but to what? That's up to you, no one but you can choose your commitments. Where we invest our love, we have placed our whole commitment. We will commit to what we are passionate about because that's just it; the beauty of being human is that our hearts dictate our commitments not the other way. Maybe you know what commitment looks like already, maybe not. Maybe your biggest commitment is your sports team, maybe you've given your very life for your country, maybe you've given your time to orphans and special needs children, maybe.... maybe you've made a commitment to something bigger than yourself. Today, I committed to something so much bigger than myself. Today I was awakened to the gravity of what I have committed myself too. Today I signed up to unconditionally serve, learn, lead and love the people of appalachia and my fellow volunteers. This is not a light matter in my mind, this is big. I have said " This is where my heart will expend, this is where I will invest my effort and emotion." and I meant that. Appalachian people are now my people, these volunteers are now my brothers and sisters, this place, oh this beautiful place is now home. I am going to spend the next five days in orientation figuring out how much that really means.
Wait, You're Going Too Fast
September 21st,
To a point I can afford to say this day has been arguably the best spread on the bread of CAP ever since the bread of the experience had been baked. Ten am was a beautiful time to awake and what goes even better with the soul is three hours of therapy questions with a house full of people you hardly know. Total bum status has now been reached, it's two pm and no one stands but we all wish we had somewhere to go, so we do. Me, Erinn, Symmer, and Teleia go to walmart, we only appear mildly drunk but oh well, mello yellow makes everything better. The day is yet to see it's maturity. It's eight pm and we're driving out to the local drive-in theatre to see Percy Jackson S.O.M. and The Heat, even if the movies weren't all that great the amount of fumbling and flopping about we made was substitute enough for any lack of action or humor. Now we're back but no, we're not tired. Step Up, it's two in the am but whatever, a movie together is a thousand times better than eye's darkening in silence. Three-thirty, Katy Perry's documentary.... what?? why am I watching this.... hold on, i'm not, i'm in my room my mac says 4:44 Sunday, September 22. Funny. I thought time passed by the day, I guess these one's come in seconds. Yesterday followed today's heals so viciously it's loosing it's breath and today is following tomorrow with such lust that it's taking my breath. I thought we we're going to remember time, I thought all those years would be memory but they're not, they're emotion. They're feeling, they're a color in my heart, collages of emotion become paintings of pain, paintings of pain become masterpieces of grace, and now, now there's nothing but a love. A love for what we all aim for, this hope we pursue, it's racing by so fast how will we grab on? Conceptional thought becomes ideas, ideas intent, intent, action, action behavior, and behavior lifestyle. Wait! I'm ninety-five, i'm dying. Was that how short it was? I guess I didn't have that much time to decide after all. Lord, take me with you.
To a point I can afford to say this day has been arguably the best spread on the bread of CAP ever since the bread of the experience had been baked. Ten am was a beautiful time to awake and what goes even better with the soul is three hours of therapy questions with a house full of people you hardly know. Total bum status has now been reached, it's two pm and no one stands but we all wish we had somewhere to go, so we do. Me, Erinn, Symmer, and Teleia go to walmart, we only appear mildly drunk but oh well, mello yellow makes everything better. The day is yet to see it's maturity. It's eight pm and we're driving out to the local drive-in theatre to see Percy Jackson S.O.M. and The Heat, even if the movies weren't all that great the amount of fumbling and flopping about we made was substitute enough for any lack of action or humor. Now we're back but no, we're not tired. Step Up, it's two in the am but whatever, a movie together is a thousand times better than eye's darkening in silence. Three-thirty, Katy Perry's documentary.... what?? why am I watching this.... hold on, i'm not, i'm in my room my mac says 4:44 Sunday, September 22. Funny. I thought time passed by the day, I guess these one's come in seconds. Yesterday followed today's heals so viciously it's loosing it's breath and today is following tomorrow with such lust that it's taking my breath. I thought we we're going to remember time, I thought all those years would be memory but they're not, they're emotion. They're feeling, they're a color in my heart, collages of emotion become paintings of pain, paintings of pain become masterpieces of grace, and now, now there's nothing but a love. A love for what we all aim for, this hope we pursue, it's racing by so fast how will we grab on? Conceptional thought becomes ideas, ideas intent, intent, action, action behavior, and behavior lifestyle. Wait! I'm ninety-five, i'm dying. Was that how short it was? I guess I didn't have that much time to decide after all. Lord, take me with you.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Castle Contra
September 20th,
Our regular driver Jim has found himself ill for the past two days and so a kind volunteer from our housing department offered to work an extra day (typically housing works mon-thur) and give us a hand on site which was very kind of her. Before heading to our site we we're prompted with several trips of hardware to move and stack plus a pull-behind and a full pick up to unload currently stuffed with furniture and fixings. Once our days work had been completed I cleaned up, packed, and headed out to meet a large amount of other CAP volunteers at a hot air ballon blow off in Beria. Beria itself is a relaxed, down to earth hipster town and so naturally I was instantaneously entranced with it's inhabitants as I was equally so with it's visage; It is as if the people here have not yet figured out our secret recipe of consumption and self-absorbed, self-righteous, self-conciousness. Contra dancing soon followed and before long I find myself seated in this large dark room, all others have set their minds at peace while I habitually record the colors I have seen at two thirty am. I will be staying here at Rock Castle House until next sunday, however this sunday through friday is our CAP orientation which will be fantastic but most certainly tiring. For now it is sufficient to say that I have family here in CAP and I love every one of them as my very blood. The Lord has been good to me.
Our regular driver Jim has found himself ill for the past two days and so a kind volunteer from our housing department offered to work an extra day (typically housing works mon-thur) and give us a hand on site which was very kind of her. Before heading to our site we we're prompted with several trips of hardware to move and stack plus a pull-behind and a full pick up to unload currently stuffed with furniture and fixings. Once our days work had been completed I cleaned up, packed, and headed out to meet a large amount of other CAP volunteers at a hot air ballon blow off in Beria. Beria itself is a relaxed, down to earth hipster town and so naturally I was instantaneously entranced with it's inhabitants as I was equally so with it's visage; It is as if the people here have not yet figured out our secret recipe of consumption and self-absorbed, self-righteous, self-conciousness. Contra dancing soon followed and before long I find myself seated in this large dark room, all others have set their minds at peace while I habitually record the colors I have seen at two thirty am. I will be staying here at Rock Castle House until next sunday, however this sunday through friday is our CAP orientation which will be fantastic but most certainly tiring. For now it is sufficient to say that I have family here in CAP and I love every one of them as my very blood. The Lord has been good to me.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Look Down
September 19th,
Not everything can be written in this blog, there are yet still those things which are better left for a personal journal and maybe a friend. To be simplistic I will say that some of us see our pain in the mirror and some when we look down. I handed out food to the elderly today and cleaned an old shed, overall a nice slow day and well finished with a house wide game of picture telephone
Not everything can be written in this blog, there are yet still those things which are better left for a personal journal and maybe a friend. To be simplistic I will say that some of us see our pain in the mirror and some when we look down. I handed out food to the elderly today and cleaned an old shed, overall a nice slow day and well finished with a house wide game of picture telephone
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Sons Of Day
September 18th,
A beautiful scene was thrown across the mountains on the way to work today; the cold dark breath of the night still lingered about the valleys now washed pale as a blue haze in retreat from a thousand shades of gold racing across the ridges threatening it's advance. Somewhere in between lay an ominous but beautiful mist effortlessly melding the trees in which it also hid from it's vanquisher now exiling it's congregation until dark once again longed for it's company. Unconcerned lay wrinkle after wrinkle of ridge and valley quietly and haughtily watching as dawn and dusk, morning and moonlight, and all sons of day fought for it's canvas, show-roomed for the stars to admire, on which to boast of their grandeur.
A beautiful scene was thrown across the mountains on the way to work today; the cold dark breath of the night still lingered about the valleys now washed pale as a blue haze in retreat from a thousand shades of gold racing across the ridges threatening it's advance. Somewhere in between lay an ominous but beautiful mist effortlessly melding the trees in which it also hid from it's vanquisher now exiling it's congregation until dark once again longed for it's company. Unconcerned lay wrinkle after wrinkle of ridge and valley quietly and haughtily watching as dawn and dusk, morning and moonlight, and all sons of day fought for it's canvas, show-roomed for the stars to admire, on which to boast of their grandeur.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Life Is Better In Pj's
September 17th,
I love a good work day, untainted, unrestrained and productive. I was neither tired nor sick today, I am caught up on my sleep and am eating more than the weekend. I came home from building yet another eight by eight deck (complete with rails) and turned up some beautiful dubstep, showered, and put on pajama pants a dress shirt and vest. Who cares if it matches, it's comfortable. I caught up on my blog, and tonight I will work on one of six currently pending letters (Quinn, Carissa, Zach, Ben, Chloe & Family) and hopefully be able to start packing for our official CAP volunteer orientation (a week at a summer camp two hours from here) beginning this friday.
I love a good work day, untainted, unrestrained and productive. I was neither tired nor sick today, I am caught up on my sleep and am eating more than the weekend. I came home from building yet another eight by eight deck (complete with rails) and turned up some beautiful dubstep, showered, and put on pajama pants a dress shirt and vest. Who cares if it matches, it's comfortable. I caught up on my blog, and tonight I will work on one of six currently pending letters (Quinn, Carissa, Zach, Ben, Chloe & Family) and hopefully be able to start packing for our official CAP volunteer orientation (a week at a summer camp two hours from here) beginning this friday.
The Shadow Of Death
September 16th,
Nothing about Christ is limited but our understanding of Him.
"everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not my will but what you will..." Jesus said this in his moment of pain, in his suffering he cried out to his father and asked, "Dad, I will obey but must I go through this?" This is not unfaithfulness, this is not abandonment, and in Christ's sake it is not even doubt. This is a man, as human as you and I going through an immense amount of pain and suffering simply wishing there was another way and if not then he was willing and obedient to go through whatever lied before him. This is Christ. The messiah and Almighty, the King of Nations and sovereign God who cries out in his hour of suffering and literally says " My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow, even to the point of death." Christ allowed himself to be fully man so that he might feel man's pain and be one of us; even as he was simultaneously God. The pain and sheer sorrow he felt literally brought him to his knees, sweating blood and consumed to the point of death. We will face times of sorrow, perhaps not to such intensity as sweating blood but we know this to be true. There is no shortage of pain in this world. If Christ cries out to his father in pain how much more do we, we who are helpless, meritless, and defeated need our savior? How long will we suffer at the knees of a god who loves us unconditionally? Some of this is not uncommon to you and me. Tonight, as with many others have I been overcome to the point of death; I feel no strength to live, life seems but a dark void ripping meaning in half and spitting my efforts out in disgust. Why this was I cannot place, but this is not the important part, what matters now is what I do with this feeling when it is all but consumed me. I went on a walk, I asked friends to pray for me and listen. I told God how I felt, and asked him to take it away. In this same way Christ went about the pain he was in; He asked his friends to be with him, pray for him, and stay with him. Then, in desperate need to talk to his father and be momentarily alone he went off into the garden where he prayed, he told God how he felt and asked him to take it away..... but that's not all. Notice how he says "Yet, which means even in this pain, it is not my will but yours." This here is where we fail to face our struggles, we are willing to cry out but unwilling to let it hurt. We want Christ to be there for us and yet also be the magic word of make it all feel better. Sometimes this will happen and your sorrow will be lifted but often there is more down the road, there is a lesson to come out or a fear we must express. Whatever it is it's not too big for Christ, or too complicated, or too dark, or too foreign. He understands the point of ultimate suffering, he is with you through it all to the very end and will never abandon you. When you're in that valley and you cannot see a light know that Christ can and do the same and don't give up on him like he wont on you.
Nothing about Christ is limited but our understanding of Him.
"everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not my will but what you will..." Jesus said this in his moment of pain, in his suffering he cried out to his father and asked, "Dad, I will obey but must I go through this?" This is not unfaithfulness, this is not abandonment, and in Christ's sake it is not even doubt. This is a man, as human as you and I going through an immense amount of pain and suffering simply wishing there was another way and if not then he was willing and obedient to go through whatever lied before him. This is Christ. The messiah and Almighty, the King of Nations and sovereign God who cries out in his hour of suffering and literally says " My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow, even to the point of death." Christ allowed himself to be fully man so that he might feel man's pain and be one of us; even as he was simultaneously God. The pain and sheer sorrow he felt literally brought him to his knees, sweating blood and consumed to the point of death. We will face times of sorrow, perhaps not to such intensity as sweating blood but we know this to be true. There is no shortage of pain in this world. If Christ cries out to his father in pain how much more do we, we who are helpless, meritless, and defeated need our savior? How long will we suffer at the knees of a god who loves us unconditionally? Some of this is not uncommon to you and me. Tonight, as with many others have I been overcome to the point of death; I feel no strength to live, life seems but a dark void ripping meaning in half and spitting my efforts out in disgust. Why this was I cannot place, but this is not the important part, what matters now is what I do with this feeling when it is all but consumed me. I went on a walk, I asked friends to pray for me and listen. I told God how I felt, and asked him to take it away. In this same way Christ went about the pain he was in; He asked his friends to be with him, pray for him, and stay with him. Then, in desperate need to talk to his father and be momentarily alone he went off into the garden where he prayed, he told God how he felt and asked him to take it away..... but that's not all. Notice how he says "Yet, which means even in this pain, it is not my will but yours." This here is where we fail to face our struggles, we are willing to cry out but unwilling to let it hurt. We want Christ to be there for us and yet also be the magic word of make it all feel better. Sometimes this will happen and your sorrow will be lifted but often there is more down the road, there is a lesson to come out or a fear we must express. Whatever it is it's not too big for Christ, or too complicated, or too dark, or too foreign. He understands the point of ultimate suffering, he is with you through it all to the very end and will never abandon you. When you're in that valley and you cannot see a light know that Christ can and do the same and don't give up on him like he wont on you.
Diverse Days
September 15th,
Wow. Today was packed. Off to an early start at MCF (church) where I was feeling a little out of it but certainly enjoyed the breakfast, community time, and most of all an eye-opening sermon by Jason on taking off our super christian costume and living by true grace..... I wish I could reinstitute what had been said but I am sadly inadequate to represent such eminent theorems and stirring truths as was served on the plate of scripture this morning through Christ's truth. Gears realigned in the following time as Rock Castle Mount Vernon and Johnson (now including Floyd) members began one-by-one jumping off a thirty foot ledge powerfully looming a beautiful inlet of seamless, pastel painted lake for the rest of the day. Some went slowly, some instantaneously but all entered and had a phenomenal time jumping, laughing and teasing as each tried your nerves (especially the 50 ft.) In the evening as the night came over and goodbye's were exchanged I began to feel off, i'm not sure why but there is an unsettledness to this night, although I was able to write two pages of a letter and get to bed somewhat on time.
Wow. Today was packed. Off to an early start at MCF (church) where I was feeling a little out of it but certainly enjoyed the breakfast, community time, and most of all an eye-opening sermon by Jason on taking off our super christian costume and living by true grace..... I wish I could reinstitute what had been said but I am sadly inadequate to represent such eminent theorems and stirring truths as was served on the plate of scripture this morning through Christ's truth. Gears realigned in the following time as Rock Castle Mount Vernon and Johnson (now including Floyd) members began one-by-one jumping off a thirty foot ledge powerfully looming a beautiful inlet of seamless, pastel painted lake for the rest of the day. Some went slowly, some instantaneously but all entered and had a phenomenal time jumping, laughing and teasing as each tried your nerves (especially the 50 ft.) In the evening as the night came over and goodbye's were exchanged I began to feel off, i'm not sure why but there is an unsettledness to this night, although I was able to write two pages of a letter and get to bed somewhat on time.
Rock Castle
September 14th,
As is typical for saturdays I cleaned things up, did some chores, straightened the room and listened to a ton of music. The evening however was quite different, We (J-house) had a number of people over tonight from Rock Castle House and Mount Vernon. Most showed up around six and we kicked off the night from there. We ate together, we had devotions and then played an enormous game of catch phrase. Later on we had a bonfire, smores and just sat around talking for quite some time, about CAP, about tattoos and piercings, about home and family and a whole bunch more. Tomorrow we're going cliff jumping!
As is typical for saturdays I cleaned things up, did some chores, straightened the room and listened to a ton of music. The evening however was quite different, We (J-house) had a number of people over tonight from Rock Castle House and Mount Vernon. Most showed up around six and we kicked off the night from there. We ate together, we had devotions and then played an enormous game of catch phrase. Later on we had a bonfire, smores and just sat around talking for quite some time, about CAP, about tattoos and piercings, about home and family and a whole bunch more. Tomorrow we're going cliff jumping!
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Where Your Treasure Is
September 13th,
1 Corinthians 10:31 So whether you eat, or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.
Our hobbies, they are an enormous part of who we are, they can characterize, centralize, create, contain, culminate, and conduct who we are and what we do. What we give our optional time to is very important. The word hobby means: "a regularly undertaken activity that is done for pleasure, typically during one's leisure time" The key here is the purpose of the hobby and that is pleasure; how much precedence does our pleasure have in life? there are of course extremes, for example the definition of heathenism is the worship of pleasure (not the pursuit). And on the other side we have european cults who peel flesh off their backs each day to show their lowliness. Somewhere they missed the point, if we live solely for our pleasures we have entirely missed the message of our creator and savior and will find our toys and trinkets emptied into an eternal void of pain and emptiness. If we demonize these things we will be so biased against the idea in general that we will deter those who would pursue something worth while and therefore be no example of Christ and entirely miss our purpose in reaching out. In C.S. Lewis's book The Screwtape Letters we find the demon wormwood's master admitting, "We can create nothing good, in fact we cant even replicate any type of enjoyment or pleasure, we can only twist what the enemy has already made". Yes, this means our Lord is the creator of pleasure, everything from a beauty of the flower to the intimacy of sex, it is all His. Nothing good, pleasurable or true is existing except through Him. Yes these things have been severely twisted, it's awful what we've done and that is something else entirely for another time. Having said that the mutilation and horrification that has entered our entertainment still cannot drown the beauty and peace of their original forms. So if there are honorable/worthwhile means of pleasure should they be pursued? To what extent? If we look at Christ's plan for humanity he clearly intends for us to live in the most exhilarating state of joy, fulfillment and pleasure possible. In the garden, he made everything perfect, pleasure had not to be sought because they were immersed in it. When we pass this world we go to a place of pure joy, pure enjoyment, ultimate fulfillment, and peace. See it's not that we weren't meant to be fulfilled, it's what we're fulfilled with. Your hobbies reflect what you see fulfillment in; it's a simple science. I have been wading through some options here in kentucky, I would love to play guitar, I would love to get a hold of a Nikon or Canon and start shooting, I would love to work out more and get into a good routine, I want to write more, and more often, I want to become fluent in calligraphy, I want to learn German...... There are endless outlets for what I can do down here, I can play tennis, I can play video games, I can play an instrument and so many more.... It's not all good options either, there's plenty of habits around me that are very bad for me, right at the tip of my fingers. J.R.R. Tolken said, "Man has but to extend his hand and take the power for his own." I hope it's obvious by now that we are immersed, surrounded and saturated in a world of pleasures, and avenues of fulfillment, the question is not of this for sure. The question is what, what is worth putting your time into? When you're seventy-five how many Zelda games will you remember? When I'm old and gray I can open my drawer and read that letter she gave me years ago and find joy, encouragement and hope. Some things are worth pursuing, some aren't. What these things are, what they will look like, and what commodity they come in is up to you but let me say this. Are you proud of it?
Colossians 3:23
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters....
1 Corinthians 10:31 So whether you eat, or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.
Our hobbies, they are an enormous part of who we are, they can characterize, centralize, create, contain, culminate, and conduct who we are and what we do. What we give our optional time to is very important. The word hobby means: "a regularly undertaken activity that is done for pleasure, typically during one's leisure time" The key here is the purpose of the hobby and that is pleasure; how much precedence does our pleasure have in life? there are of course extremes, for example the definition of heathenism is the worship of pleasure (not the pursuit). And on the other side we have european cults who peel flesh off their backs each day to show their lowliness. Somewhere they missed the point, if we live solely for our pleasures we have entirely missed the message of our creator and savior and will find our toys and trinkets emptied into an eternal void of pain and emptiness. If we demonize these things we will be so biased against the idea in general that we will deter those who would pursue something worth while and therefore be no example of Christ and entirely miss our purpose in reaching out. In C.S. Lewis's book The Screwtape Letters we find the demon wormwood's master admitting, "We can create nothing good, in fact we cant even replicate any type of enjoyment or pleasure, we can only twist what the enemy has already made". Yes, this means our Lord is the creator of pleasure, everything from a beauty of the flower to the intimacy of sex, it is all His. Nothing good, pleasurable or true is existing except through Him. Yes these things have been severely twisted, it's awful what we've done and that is something else entirely for another time. Having said that the mutilation and horrification that has entered our entertainment still cannot drown the beauty and peace of their original forms. So if there are honorable/worthwhile means of pleasure should they be pursued? To what extent? If we look at Christ's plan for humanity he clearly intends for us to live in the most exhilarating state of joy, fulfillment and pleasure possible. In the garden, he made everything perfect, pleasure had not to be sought because they were immersed in it. When we pass this world we go to a place of pure joy, pure enjoyment, ultimate fulfillment, and peace. See it's not that we weren't meant to be fulfilled, it's what we're fulfilled with. Your hobbies reflect what you see fulfillment in; it's a simple science. I have been wading through some options here in kentucky, I would love to play guitar, I would love to get a hold of a Nikon or Canon and start shooting, I would love to work out more and get into a good routine, I want to write more, and more often, I want to become fluent in calligraphy, I want to learn German...... There are endless outlets for what I can do down here, I can play tennis, I can play video games, I can play an instrument and so many more.... It's not all good options either, there's plenty of habits around me that are very bad for me, right at the tip of my fingers. J.R.R. Tolken said, "Man has but to extend his hand and take the power for his own." I hope it's obvious by now that we are immersed, surrounded and saturated in a world of pleasures, and avenues of fulfillment, the question is not of this for sure. The question is what, what is worth putting your time into? When you're seventy-five how many Zelda games will you remember? When I'm old and gray I can open my drawer and read that letter she gave me years ago and find joy, encouragement and hope. Some things are worth pursuing, some aren't. What these things are, what they will look like, and what commodity they come in is up to you but let me say this. Are you proud of it?
Colossians 3:23
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters....
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Sleep, It's Magical
September 12th,
"Early to bed, early to rise. Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise" ...... Enough said.
"Early to bed, early to rise. Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise" ...... Enough said.
To Honor Them
September 11th,
That date haunts us. That date reminds us. That date means more than a day passed.
I was but a child when the attacks happened, camped with my family on an island between the U.S. and Canada. It meant nothing to me at the time, how could it? When we are young we have little to no sense of patriotism, country, and least of all death. Of course this was not a war but people were dying and it had no connection whatsoever with my life as far as I was concerned. I care not to ink my hands with the glue of politics, as it stands corruption is our new currency and power the new object of obsession. Matters of state, militant action, and political advancements mean little to the youth of our nation, we hear more truth from youtube than from Washington. Nine-Eleven though, this was no political advance as far as i'm concerned, this was no intricate militant stratagems, this was our neighbors, husbands, brothers, wives and daughters being slaughtered. We witnessed our loved ones jumping sixty stories to the pavement, we witnessed floors of men and women vanish in an inferno of flame before our eyes. We watched as the hate of a broken world took the lives of those who were victimized that day. We, America, saw with our very eyes, a picture of hate being embodied and love portrayed (in the aftermath). Yes we remember those who died, but remembered? That's it? Had they been given a second chance would they lie around and wait for it to happen again? No. By god there is action to be taken, there are people in absolute desperate need of the gospel, the same people who would do these things, there is a nation (our own) to be shown that until we can support each-other in honest love we can never face the evil that now wishes to destroy us. If you remember that day, if those hundred's of lives ripped away hold but a little sway, than honor them, give recognition to their memories and than take the next step, become part of the solution.
That date haunts us. That date reminds us. That date means more than a day passed.
I was but a child when the attacks happened, camped with my family on an island between the U.S. and Canada. It meant nothing to me at the time, how could it? When we are young we have little to no sense of patriotism, country, and least of all death. Of course this was not a war but people were dying and it had no connection whatsoever with my life as far as I was concerned. I care not to ink my hands with the glue of politics, as it stands corruption is our new currency and power the new object of obsession. Matters of state, militant action, and political advancements mean little to the youth of our nation, we hear more truth from youtube than from Washington. Nine-Eleven though, this was no political advance as far as i'm concerned, this was no intricate militant stratagems, this was our neighbors, husbands, brothers, wives and daughters being slaughtered. We witnessed our loved ones jumping sixty stories to the pavement, we witnessed floors of men and women vanish in an inferno of flame before our eyes. We watched as the hate of a broken world took the lives of those who were victimized that day. We, America, saw with our very eyes, a picture of hate being embodied and love portrayed (in the aftermath). Yes we remember those who died, but remembered? That's it? Had they been given a second chance would they lie around and wait for it to happen again? No. By god there is action to be taken, there are people in absolute desperate need of the gospel, the same people who would do these things, there is a nation (our own) to be shown that until we can support each-other in honest love we can never face the evil that now wishes to destroy us. If you remember that day, if those hundred's of lives ripped away hold but a little sway, than honor them, give recognition to their memories and than take the next step, become part of the solution.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Addressed
September 9th-10th
Yesterday I worked a long, boring, and monotonous day, today was a little different.
today I woke up tired, my cramps came back around breakfast and I couldn't stand. So I called today off, went to my room, and slept. I slept from around eight ti'll three-thirty. I needed this in many ways. WhenI woke up I had a new energy, I cleaned my room, I washed, folded, and put away my laundry, I copied my letters to update my letter journal, I addressed Becky, Bethany, and Venson's letters, I cleaned the living room and dining room, and I put some pages from that journal book everyone added to at my graduation all around my walls. For supper we had sheperd's pie which was a first for me but so, so good. Oh, I almost forgot; Joe, a long term independent stopped by today and said his goodbye's.... Joe was like a Grandpa to me. In many ways he's just like my grandpa, kind, caring, tough on the outside, rough on the edges, and perfect inside. I'm gonna miss him a lot, he was one of those guys who you looked forward to seeing everyday just because he smiled and had something good to say. Anyhow after supper our houses (Johnson & Floyd) met and discussed the joining of our communities and what that means. I look forward to seeing a couple more faces around everyday and filling this place with yet a few more amazing people.
Yesterday I worked a long, boring, and monotonous day, today was a little different.
today I woke up tired, my cramps came back around breakfast and I couldn't stand. So I called today off, went to my room, and slept. I slept from around eight ti'll three-thirty. I needed this in many ways. WhenI woke up I had a new energy, I cleaned my room, I washed, folded, and put away my laundry, I copied my letters to update my letter journal, I addressed Becky, Bethany, and Venson's letters, I cleaned the living room and dining room, and I put some pages from that journal book everyone added to at my graduation all around my walls. For supper we had sheperd's pie which was a first for me but so, so good. Oh, I almost forgot; Joe, a long term independent stopped by today and said his goodbye's.... Joe was like a Grandpa to me. In many ways he's just like my grandpa, kind, caring, tough on the outside, rough on the edges, and perfect inside. I'm gonna miss him a lot, he was one of those guys who you looked forward to seeing everyday just because he smiled and had something good to say. Anyhow after supper our houses (Johnson & Floyd) met and discussed the joining of our communities and what that means. I look forward to seeing a couple more faces around everyday and filling this place with yet a few more amazing people.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
As For Today
September 7th-8th,
This day will take place once.
When you record what happens each and every day you come to realize one beautiful, inescapable fact, each day can is beautifully unique, eternal in the making, and quick to pass. We become so occupied by planning our lives we forget to live them. We will sooner spend days planning a vacation for the family than spend an hour with our kids each night. In the process of trying to fill we become impossible to fulfill and in the process of trying to fulfill we are never filled. Living within each day, consciously giving it your best, is a wonderful way too live. I mean not to say living for the day because the day is for us, not us for the day. We are designed to live focused one day at a time. Psalms puts it in this way: Psalm 118:24 This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it. Sure God made years that are great too, years made out of months, months made out of weeks, and weeks made out of.... days. Our live's are literally too stressful to live even two days at a time, much less weeks at a time. We are worry consumed creatures, burdened with the self-appointed weight of responsibility to try and make ourselves content with our lives. Our attempts at planning a fulfilling life usually either changes nothing or sometimes makes it worse. Some may say that without such planning our lives would fall apart and they would be miserable but are you really preparing or are you stressing? How much worrying will finally fix all our problems? Matthew 6:27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to his life? There's something much bigger at stake here; our faith is portrayed through this lifestyle of daily dependance on God, hence why the lord's prayer says "give us this day our daily bread", not this week or this month, but this one, individual day. We truly rely on God each and every day, we can neither live nor afford to live any other way. What's at stake here is our faith; do we trust Christ enough to lay down our schedules, our elaborate plans and say "Lord, I'm going to live this day, to honor you. Give me the strength to go on"? A man who touched Christ, saw him, knew him, and heard him wanted us to hear this clear message: Matthew 6:31-34 So do not worry, saying, "What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own.
We have been forgiven for our pasts, we do not need to carry the burden of our past nor our future, only that of which we are shouldered with each day. If you're trying to build a future you wont regret than live a day you will remember.
This day will take place once.
When you record what happens each and every day you come to realize one beautiful, inescapable fact, each day can is beautifully unique, eternal in the making, and quick to pass. We become so occupied by planning our lives we forget to live them. We will sooner spend days planning a vacation for the family than spend an hour with our kids each night. In the process of trying to fill we become impossible to fulfill and in the process of trying to fulfill we are never filled. Living within each day, consciously giving it your best, is a wonderful way too live. I mean not to say living for the day because the day is for us, not us for the day. We are designed to live focused one day at a time. Psalms puts it in this way: Psalm 118:24 This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it. Sure God made years that are great too, years made out of months, months made out of weeks, and weeks made out of.... days. Our live's are literally too stressful to live even two days at a time, much less weeks at a time. We are worry consumed creatures, burdened with the self-appointed weight of responsibility to try and make ourselves content with our lives. Our attempts at planning a fulfilling life usually either changes nothing or sometimes makes it worse. Some may say that without such planning our lives would fall apart and they would be miserable but are you really preparing or are you stressing? How much worrying will finally fix all our problems? Matthew 6:27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to his life? There's something much bigger at stake here; our faith is portrayed through this lifestyle of daily dependance on God, hence why the lord's prayer says "give us this day our daily bread", not this week or this month, but this one, individual day. We truly rely on God each and every day, we can neither live nor afford to live any other way. What's at stake here is our faith; do we trust Christ enough to lay down our schedules, our elaborate plans and say "Lord, I'm going to live this day, to honor you. Give me the strength to go on"? A man who touched Christ, saw him, knew him, and heard him wanted us to hear this clear message: Matthew 6:31-34 So do not worry, saying, "What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own.
We have been forgiven for our pasts, we do not need to carry the burden of our past nor our future, only that of which we are shouldered with each day. If you're trying to build a future you wont regret than live a day you will remember.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Well Spent
September 6th,
I'm really happy with what my team accomplished today, we went from no ramp whatsoever to forty-five feet of boxes installed, decked, mostly railed and even some top rail, spindling and tar paper. In just one day? I got to say, I didn't see this coming. It turns out we've got one master carpenter already, and an electrician who has had some moderate experience decking as well, not too bad. Overall the day was quite successful, now granted it was way too hot, but besides that, I feel we knocked off a gigantic part of our job today. This evening we lit a bonfire, hung out, and I made some new friends amongst our group. It was a long day I will admit, but well spent.
I'm really happy with what my team accomplished today, we went from no ramp whatsoever to forty-five feet of boxes installed, decked, mostly railed and even some top rail, spindling and tar paper. In just one day? I got to say, I didn't see this coming. It turns out we've got one master carpenter already, and an electrician who has had some moderate experience decking as well, not too bad. Overall the day was quite successful, now granted it was way too hot, but besides that, I feel we knocked off a gigantic part of our job today. This evening we lit a bonfire, hung out, and I made some new friends amongst our group. It was a long day I will admit, but well spent.
Quick Start
September 5th,
Thursday seemed to go by so slowly, being the first day I have led a group I suppose the nervousness didn't help pass the time. Around noon, which was already half way through the day for me, our Texas Roadhouse volunteer group arrived at the Foley Mission Center to begin their weekend of work. Labor day weekend as I recall was not particularly resting for me and so by the time we had hit thursday I was a little drawn out. My team however hit the ground running; we went out from two ti'll six thirty today and pieced together an eight by eight deck while there which was good progress for only four volunteers in four hours. By the end of the day I wasn't actually so tired.... I suppose I had become excited to see this doubted project come to completion based on what I saw today.
Thursday seemed to go by so slowly, being the first day I have led a group I suppose the nervousness didn't help pass the time. Around noon, which was already half way through the day for me, our Texas Roadhouse volunteer group arrived at the Foley Mission Center to begin their weekend of work. Labor day weekend as I recall was not particularly resting for me and so by the time we had hit thursday I was a little drawn out. My team however hit the ground running; we went out from two ti'll six thirty today and pieced together an eight by eight deck while there which was good progress for only four volunteers in four hours. By the end of the day I wasn't actually so tired.... I suppose I had become excited to see this doubted project come to completion based on what I saw today.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Zombieland
September 4th,
It seems that if I get little sleep two nights in a row than i'm tired two nights in a row..... strange. Today I played the zombie game, it goes like this: I sit in the hallway staring at my toothbrush until Nate comes by and directs me to the bathroom where I brush my teeth and stare at the mirror ti'll I hear him making breakfast so I go to the kitchen, eat and then stare at my plate. At this point Nate so kindly informs me that I need to be putting my shoes on and so I do and then continue to walk down the road occasionally stopping to gaze at rocks. The drive to work is similar, I sleep and Nate explains out job site. It's a wonderful game really. Not that I haven't had a wonderful day, I have, and I have many letters to write as well but the fact is I care not to repeat the zombie game tomorrow especially because I am leading a group of eight adults on a three day ramp beginning tomorrow.
It seems that if I get little sleep two nights in a row than i'm tired two nights in a row..... strange. Today I played the zombie game, it goes like this: I sit in the hallway staring at my toothbrush until Nate comes by and directs me to the bathroom where I brush my teeth and stare at the mirror ti'll I hear him making breakfast so I go to the kitchen, eat and then stare at my plate. At this point Nate so kindly informs me that I need to be putting my shoes on and so I do and then continue to walk down the road occasionally stopping to gaze at rocks. The drive to work is similar, I sleep and Nate explains out job site. It's a wonderful game really. Not that I haven't had a wonderful day, I have, and I have many letters to write as well but the fact is I care not to repeat the zombie game tomorrow especially because I am leading a group of eight adults on a three day ramp beginning tomorrow.
Manageable Schedules
September 3rd,
Typically I try and avoid procrastination bed syndrome but this morning proved unshakeable as I lay there staring at my clock knowing I should get up. Luckily for me my day progressed quite slowly; we (Jeff and I) began by deviating from our regularly patterned work to go shopping at Walmart for an incoming group of seventy staying for three days. What ended up being seven carts of groceries was then lengthily unloaded at our Foley Mission Center thirty minutes away. This entire process was considerably time consuming not to mention the clean out of our truck afterward left us with little time on the job site but that's alright, i'm not sure I would have held up all that great in the heat all day anyways being the bit tired and hazed I was. As evening came though things improved, I was able to have an amazing dinner, a wonderful house devotion, a much needed relaxing time practicing guitar, weights, yoga, and writing.
Typically I try and avoid procrastination bed syndrome but this morning proved unshakeable as I lay there staring at my clock knowing I should get up. Luckily for me my day progressed quite slowly; we (Jeff and I) began by deviating from our regularly patterned work to go shopping at Walmart for an incoming group of seventy staying for three days. What ended up being seven carts of groceries was then lengthily unloaded at our Foley Mission Center thirty minutes away. This entire process was considerably time consuming not to mention the clean out of our truck afterward left us with little time on the job site but that's alright, i'm not sure I would have held up all that great in the heat all day anyways being the bit tired and hazed I was. As evening came though things improved, I was able to have an amazing dinner, a wonderful house devotion, a much needed relaxing time practicing guitar, weights, yoga, and writing.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Yosef
September 2nd,
Feverishly I threw my things together as I scrambled to prepare my self for another day of work failing to take into consideration the obvious fact that today is Hamburge...... I mean, Labor Day. After making some pretty stupid phone calls I was able to re-affirm my assumption that today was indeed Labor Day and that we we're all actually heading out to a party for the day. I was quite relieved to learn this seeing as I had awoken ten minutes before our morning meeting. From here neither I looked pretty challenged due to my incessant head banging during the following car ride accompanied by some very un-intelligent music with alot of wubbu dubbu pufushzzz kawak waka bum. Have you ever noticed that it's impossible to attractively dance in a seatbelt? It's like that really akward moment when your doin' the dolphin in one hand, the wobble in the other, foot stomping and head banging when you look up to realize no one else is dancing, in fact they're watching you quietly, mildly amused and somewhat disturbed. Yeah that would be weird...... anyhow; Our party itself was very fun, tons of great food, dancing, and...... I met a Yosef!!!!! I am literally so psyched about this it's amazing!!
Feverishly I threw my things together as I scrambled to prepare my self for another day of work failing to take into consideration the obvious fact that today is Hamburge...... I mean, Labor Day. After making some pretty stupid phone calls I was able to re-affirm my assumption that today was indeed Labor Day and that we we're all actually heading out to a party for the day. I was quite relieved to learn this seeing as I had awoken ten minutes before our morning meeting. From here neither I looked pretty challenged due to my incessant head banging during the following car ride accompanied by some very un-intelligent music with alot of wubbu dubbu pufushzzz kawak waka bum. Have you ever noticed that it's impossible to attractively dance in a seatbelt? It's like that really akward moment when your doin' the dolphin in one hand, the wobble in the other, foot stomping and head banging when you look up to realize no one else is dancing, in fact they're watching you quietly, mildly amused and somewhat disturbed. Yeah that would be weird...... anyhow; Our party itself was very fun, tons of great food, dancing, and...... I met a Yosef!!!!! I am literally so psyched about this it's amazing!!
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Just Yesterday
September 1st,
September? Where has the summer gone? Just yesterday I was sitting with my friends around a fire wondering what we we're going to do with the summer. Now the summer is all but spent and the days have passed like rain on a spring morning. I'm 600 miles from that campfire now, and it's strange to think, I never thought i'd be the one to leave. When came around I wrote another seven page letter then took a long shower that I badly needed. Oh and our last long-term volunteer Christine arrived this evening which was great, we got to meet her parents and talk some about our house/community. I'm pretty tired, I haven't slept in thirty-eight hours..... So I think i'll call it a night.
Couch Potatoism... It's Infectious
August 31st,
I guess today changed moods a lot. When I woke up I wasn't feeling great, in fact I was really tired, and feeling a little sick. I hung around the house for awhile doing absolutely nothing totally void of incentive. I have been wanting to write all day and just can't seem to do anything. Around 7:30 I finally got some motivation, I put some new music on I had just compiled and began writing. I guess I got eight pages out before the night was done, it was actually really easy to be honest. Alright so I didn't actually go to bed either, but I wouldn't trade the conversations I was able to have in that time for all the sleep in the world.
I guess today changed moods a lot. When I woke up I wasn't feeling great, in fact I was really tired, and feeling a little sick. I hung around the house for awhile doing absolutely nothing totally void of incentive. I have been wanting to write all day and just can't seem to do anything. Around 7:30 I finally got some motivation, I put some new music on I had just compiled and began writing. I guess I got eight pages out before the night was done, it was actually really easy to be honest. Alright so I didn't actually go to bed either, but I wouldn't trade the conversations I was able to have in that time for all the sleep in the world.
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