I MISS EUGENE!!!!

It's good to be home. I'm glad to be home. I'm happy that I'm one of the few people who is blessed with a HAPPINESS at being home. None of the post-camp blues. I don't usually have those, actually.
Thing that excites me is thinking about all the wonderful things we read and all the fantastic inspiration I acquired at the camp, and concentrating it all on my life at home. It challenges me, because that's the battle-ground...that's where you prove just how much of a disciple you are. The prospect of fighting and making it one step at a time, of riding the wave of inspiration, of experiencing mightier thrills at home, is one that excites me BEYOND MEASURE.
Yes, just a little beyond slimy hugs from naked Mike.
(Which, by the way, was a lovely birthday present.)

Wish me happy birthday, everybody. 17 it must be.
And I put my hand to my head and lament at how I've managed to remain a pathetic blogger for yet another year.

I might have pictures from the camp. Just a few. Probably not many.
M.i.g.h.t.

It was really inspiring to be an uninhibited disciple this year. Really loving the Word classes, really feeding off of the Lord's love, just LOVING to raise my hands and close my eyes and praise the Lord. Reaching for the Spirit. You reach for it and it's there, bro, let me tell you. Jesus is wonderful.