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| Yesterday proved that I don't live in reality.
Allie, Sam and I were driving back from Fort Wayne after I tried--for the fourth time in the past two years--to get Sprint to give me a new free phone. Both driving and getting a new phone turned out to be unsuccessful.
My gas light had come on while we were leaving Huntington, but being who I am, I had convinced myself that I had 60 miles left in the tank...I don't remember where I read that but i'm pretty sure its true.
so, on the way home, i set the cruise control going down the freeway. and everything was good. then i thought the cruise control popped off. then i pushed the gas pedal. nothing happened.
i don't know much about cars, but when you run out of gas, your power steering and brakes don't work too well either. so that was cool. i found my hazard button though, and those worked. when we stopped sam pushed the car all by himself like three feet. allie and i sat inside marveling at his strength. someone had to.
sam wanted me to call 911. i said no. it would have been the sixth time i've called 911. i want the sixth time to be something serious, like there's a helicopter of men in black jumpsuits breaking into my house. that and i still think that they would have been mad at me.
the rest was like clockwork. jeff blossom, my new favorite person, stopped in his news channel 15 suv (so now i can say that i was on the news for my car emergency. he took us to roanoke where we got a gas can and beth was on her way to fw and picked us up. running across the freeway was pretty cool, beth got a picture.
on top of that, i'm pretty sure taco bell sprayed windex on the cinnamon twists i bought yesterday, proving that taco bell sucks.
things like this don't happen to normal people living in reality.
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| i want this semester to be a semester where i get wiser. i just want to know things so i can believe more passionately. i've read a lot over break, and it's been good.
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| "you guys are all into that born again thing, which is great. we do need to be born again, since Jesus said that to a guy named Nicodemus. but if you tell me I have to be born again to enter the kingdom of God, I can tell you that you have to sell everything you have and give it to the poor, because Jesus said that to one guy too...but I guess that's why God invented highlighters, so we can highlight the parts we like and ignore the rest."
that's a thought.
maybe when Jesus said to "love your enemies," that didn't include killing them.
that's another good thought. i'm glad i have the ability to think about such things.
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| i love storms. they're so cool. more storms, now.
i'm a really lucky guy. i honestly don't know how my friends could be any better...honestly. i can't think of anything that they could do to be better. i want to learn how they (you) treat people because i feel loved and i want others to feel the same. they (you) are definitely the best in the world and i love them (you).
camp is almost over, which means i have to leave one awesome group of people, but i get to be with another awesome group of people. sad...good...same time.
that's really all i'm thinking right now. it needs to keep storming.
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| I'm working on the fourth of july. No patriotism or personal and moderately dangerous displays of fireworks like i used to do for me today. (i had monday off though, and i definitely left early in the morning and got back late in the evening.)
So this summer has been one of the most interesting ones for me yet. For one, I feel like an adult now; I'm responsible. That's interesting considering I work with elementary kids and college students who are good with elementary kids (of which there really isn't much difference, and I can say that because I'm one of them).
I've learned so much (too much) about working through conflict in a community while trying to do a job at the same time. There's a point where I won't concede anymore and I need to stand up for what I'm thinking is right; I did that. And it sucked alot.
Things are better though. People are listening to each other...this is good. The whole thing made me rely on other people, which I'm not too good at. A good lesson that I've hated the whole way through.
So yesterday, when things were good again, I started having fun again. Launching fried chicken legs with a water balloon launcher, chasing deer on an electric scooter, winning mind games with other staff, getting cards that talk and using them for my own voice over the radio, starting a prank war between activity areas=this is what camp is about. And that's just one day, and I stole a lot of fried chicken.
And Huntington people always have this way of amazing me. They remind me what God intended for His people. I love them. You know who you are.
It's been a week of affirmation that I've needed for a long time.
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