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Camp was a blast.  And a chance to relax.  And time to spend with God.  And time to work through things in my heart.  It wasn't always easy or fun, but it was good. Here are a few snapshots from last week. I don't think a thousand words could do as good of a job of explaining some of these things and really, even pictures aren't enough. Sipping coffee on the bench swing in the morning and looking out over the camp.  Just me, Jesus, coffee, and beautiful scenery.  Definitely something I've missed.     I really enjoy looking over the water and being reminded of the appropriateness of the name of this place; stillwater. The awesome co-counselor.  I love my Miss Maddy. There was this game the counselors were playing with flamingos.  You had to find where the last person had hidden them, hide them in a new place and take a picture without getting "flamingo-ed" (getting caught and the person who caught you yells "flamingo").  We got

I wrote this last monday, but due to that which is listed in the title, was too busy to edit and get it posted.  Here it is now though. A follow up to.... follow. ______________________________________________________________ You may have noticed that I changed the label on the Thankful posts from 'Thankful Thursday' to just Thankful.  That was for the purpose of chilling out a little in the arena of nerdiness on this here blog. Hope you don't mind.  There's still plenty of nerdiness and cheese to go around. This change frees me up (not that I wasn't free before but... ya know) from writing/posting those thankful posts just on Thursdays and makes me able to write and post about thankfulness on any day of the week and the content (if time sensetive) still be relevant.  I originally said I would do it on thursdays in order to hold myself to writing a thankful post once a week, and I still intend to write about it (at least) once a week, but it's just unnece

Yesterday, my car wouldn't start. Then, I was having tooth pain. Then I lost my wallet. But then, I got it jumped. And my teeth felt fine. And my boyfriend found my wallet. Every so often I feel like there's a streak of just plain junk going on, but usually it's something little that I uselessly flipped out about and I find it remedied soon after.   It's those little things that I flip out about that get fixed and I realize I consistently take them for granted.  Taking something for granted doesn't necessarily mean neglect to be thankful for it, but quite often for me it does.  When I take something for granted I'm not thinking about the fact that it's a blessing.  It's not that I feel entitled to blessings, but remembering that most of my "norms" are blessings isn't easy or common for me.  I get used to things and I forget that they are things to be thankful for; things to wonder at. I usually take it for granted that my car start

Tonight I was looking over the blog. You know, trying to get a little better at walking the walk as I type the talk. Anyway, as I closed the browser window, it gushed into my mind and into a prayer, "Thank you that I can write." I'm not trying to be self-complimentary by saying this.  I'm not trying to say that I have something completely new to say or an eloquent way to say it.  I only have what I'm given, but I do know I've been given something.  I don't want to overlook that just for the sake of humility; whether it's trying to look humble or trying to be something I think is humility but really isn't. I'm simply thankful for what I've been given. I'm thankful for a computer I can sit down and type on.  I'm thankful for a pen and paper I can sit down and write with.  I'm thankful for a phone with which, heck, I can speak my thoughts to, it will turn it into text, and will save (or even publish) a draft from anywhere w

I'm here again on a monday morning.  I've been here before at this same time in the same place, and while I know His mercies are new to me this morning, and I know I am blessed, blessed and more blessed, I can't help but be a little extra reverent and solemn this morning.  There's joy underneath it, but I might even say I'm a little sad.  Here's something I wrote the bulk of last night as a considerably more emotional person, but it's still relevant. _____________________________________________________ If you would walk into my room right now, you might wonder why I'm crying. I say that's a valid question and the first portion of answering it would have to include the fact that these are the sweet tears, not the sorrowful, painful ones.  These are tears that are induced by the precious things.  By realizing things you never have before and by beholding something that can never ever be duplicated or replaced or depreciated. Things that, no matt