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The little bit that I want to share about week three came on day 6. I have been able to see God moving in great ways through the 11 summer staff that work in the kitchen. They struggle through loving each other and the rest of the summer staff and rely on Christ to make this love possible. We all came together mid afternoon day 6 in the club room and were able to share what the Lord was showing each of us and where we still found struggle. I had to leave before we prayed for each other but I know that Christ was with them and their and my eyes are being cleared to a sharper image of who He is and who we are to Him.

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I ended week one with a beer, two hot dogs, and an indie film about the 1976 paris judgement. 

I can't say this was the hardest week one I've ever had but I can say that it was probably my longest. I like to down play how tired I get and how long I am at work because for some reason I think I can hide it from people and help them to feel like their time in the kitchen is more fun and energetic. 

I think I was able to admit to being tired and frustrated at times because I have Tex and Julie working beside me. Julie's caring heart forces me to be open about what my heart wants to hide but what my voice and face are clearly saying. Tex in greater and lesser ways is a protector and though sometimes it frustrates me, always has my best interests in mind (and only really frustrates me because I don't want to believe what he tells me is true). Our summer staff and work crew are also wonderful. They work hard (though sometimes with a lack of focus) and find joy in what we ask them to do. It's encouraging and challenging to see the Lord work is these people. 

I don't really get contact with campers unless they are former work crew kids or leaders I know from previous summers and I don't really mind it. My desire for the summer is that I focus on serving the Lord and by limiting my time with campers I think I can better do this. Plus I just the weird chef with bright orange shoes. 

In my fatigued state I let myself give into sins I hate and try to fight my way out of, but continue to learn more deeply about grace and why God is wrathful and honestly his wrath (some for fear but mostly for its absolute truth) keeps drawing me closer. 

Week 2 begins today and I won't be at camp until day 3. I will hopefully drive work crew that day on their night off and get to love them in the process. 

the beginning

Today the first assign team arrives at camp. 

Tomorrow the work crew and summer staff.

And then Saturday the campers arrive. 

This is what we've been preparing for and praying for and working so hard for all year, since the last one ended. I goal is to sit down either the night of day six or the morning of day one and put into words the things I saw the Lord do and what He taught me during that week. It is so easy for me to keep going and look past the mighty presence and work of each day and lump it into the generic wonder of "summer". 

Today marks the beginning of summer, my 6th summer at camp, and I am most excited to see what the Lord has in-store. 

nouwen

To preface, Chad had us read a book about spiritual leadership by Henri Nouwen about one month ago. The book as good, I felt both challenged and encouraged. To fast forward to last week I was at Barnes and Noble picking up a copy of Infinity Blues by Ryan Adams. The poetry section at B&N happens to be right beside the inspirational christian section and my eyes just happened to fall on several books by Henri Nouwen. There was a series who's covers are Van Gogh prints and I picked up one entitled Pathways to Life and the Spirit. The first section is about power, powerlessness, and power (two different types of power incase you were confused). In the conclusion of the first section he talks about three disciplines that we must work towards to achieve this second power. I want to share with you the third discipline (though that are all good and challenging):

The third discipline is the hardest. It is the discipline to be surprised not by suffering but by joy. As we grow old, we will have to stretch out our arms, be guided and led to places we would rather not go. What was true for Peter will be true for us. There is suffering ahead of us, immense suffering, a suffering that will continue to tempt us to think that we have chosen the wrong road and that others were more shrewd that we were. But don't be surprised by pain. Be surprised by joy, be surprised by the little flower that shows its beauty in the midst of a barren desert, and be surprised by the immense healing power that keeps bursting forth like springs of fresh water from the depth of our pain. 

As I read this I smiled thinking about what that means to me right now and how many of my friends also needed to hear those words. This is far from my mentality. If I was honest with myself, I expect joy as much as I expect pain. How much more could I see God if I was surprised by the things He does for me. If I went about my life rejoicing at the moments of joy He gives me instead of seeing them as a given respite from the suffering of life. I hope that the fifth sentence strikes you as it did me. And you are encouraged by the seventh as I am. 

I've been writing blog entries in my head for the past couple of weeks instead of putting down thoughts here, but I have had the same thought the past couple of times , and that is the difference between craving the Lord's presence in my life and practicing the Lord's presence in my life. I crave everything about Him to be everything about me, but I so easily allow the sin in my life to cloud my vision and convince me that I am not able or worthy of achieving this. It's simply a lie. I am worthy, my craving is real and good and I can turn it to practice as easily as I want, I just have to escape the lie. The real answer comes in what Nouwen talks about in the first pathway, the pathway of power. I have to reject the power of the world, realize the powerlessness of Christ's entry into and out of this world, and the power I have in Him. In the classic words of Nike: I've just got to do it. 

p.s. two songs to check out: Two Hands by Jars of Clay

  June by Julie and Buddy Miller

one touches of the issues of the blog and one is a beautiful song written to help Jonny Cash (and others) grieve the loss of June Carter Cash. 

musical history

You've probably never looked at my music collection before but if you have or have been on a road trip with me you've noticed the diversity in what you see and hear. I began to think about how and who got me this way. You better believe I didn't stumble across 15 different musical genres on my own. We're going to take a musical journey from the beginning, the first music I ever listened to (which might surprise you) all the way through today. 

As a kid my Dad loved country music, the good stuff, the honky tonk stuff. There would always be Dwight Yoakam, The Nitty Gritty Dirt band, or Clint Black playing on the stereo or in the truck. I loved this stuff and still do. There is something about the big guitar and the twangy voice that I relate to. Lyrically they there seems to be more sadness than happiness in their songs which I am a sucker for. Though shortly after childhood I would run far from this form of country music by college I found my way back to it and now my perennial favorites are Buddy and Julie Miller. 

Next we'll enter into middle school and what I'll call my heavy rock phase. By no means was it hard rock. I listened to Bush, and Bush alone for most of the seventh grade  and all through eighth grade. We can do a psychological study on why this type of music dominated my middle school years but I think its safe to say I was angry and alone and expressed it through what I was listening to. 

High School. I don't know if this is true for most people but this is the place where I learned a ton about music and some of my favorite  genres were acquired. Through all the friends I made and kept I learned of new music and new ways of listening. 

Freshman year: I became a rap fan. The first concert I payed for was to see Wyclef Jean and the Refugee Allstars on the carnival tour. This was the seal the deal concert experience for me. Wyclef prolonged the show for 4 hours, the last 2 just being him DJing on the stage while the JMU convocation center broke it down. He was forced to stop at midnight and a small part of me hoped all concerts would be like this. 

Sophomore Year: My sister started dating this guy who was in a punk band. He made her a couple mixtapes (literally) that I then stole and listened to. I couldn't get over the fast beats and loud voices of the garage and pop punk scene. I probably never have or will listen to what would be viewed as PUNK but the angst that was found in early emo and still exist in mainstream emo has a special place in my heart. I think if someone finds emo at the right time they will love it always, and if they don't they just think its whiny boys not getting what they want. 

Junior Year: I met Nick and really started hanging out with Maggie. These two I would say have had the strongest musical influence on me. Maggie was my introduction to bluegrass, folk and my first glimpse into the indie scene. Nick and I would check out all the local band shows and what was going on in town. They both loved the classics, jazz and things not of the mainstream. I believe I can say I owe my appreciation for all times of music and a desire to seek out the best from the two of them. 

Senior Year: Not much had changed I was simply beginning to walk in the new music shoes I had established the year before. 

Now lets talk about a few more people from high school. Joe Glick: Biology teacher and friend. He introduced me to Daniel Lanois and got me to love the Indigo Girls. Davey: Debate coach and friend: introduced me to Ben Harper (and the singer songwriter) and to James Brown Fridays. He also gave me a view into what college and music would be like. Carolyn and Erin: best friends and music lovers. Carolyn made me my first burned cds and Erin always had something new for us to listen to. 

The compilation. I have always been a big fan of compilation cds, both for causes and trendy give aways from clothing stores. You might not remember but American Eagle and others, would have cds to go along with purchases ever so often. These cds introduced me to 2 of my favorite artists (whiskeytown (leading the Ryan) and Jimmy Eat World). Also opening my eyes even more to the world of indie music and what was out there past the mainstream music stores in the mall. 

As we head into college and post college, I've continually expanded what I've listened to with in the genres I learned to love in high school. The notables are Dom, he and I would go over possible new artist and cds and always rate what we thought would be good. He also helped to cultivate my love of pop culture. Brett, he might be my musical soulmate (creepy I know) or really just the greatest music friend (and friend) a guy could have. He solidified my pop culture love, And then there is Kari, though we quickly came to realize we don't like the same things, our paths cross at some pivotal points and our mutual love of music is understood and appreciated. 

I know there are more people and genres I could continue to mention but this is long and I think you get the idea. It seems I loved music long before I knew and my dad once again had the starting say. Where some follow trends in fashion I follow trends in music (and yes in fashion) I love what is new and cherish what is old. I'll leave you with a list of songs you just might want to check out:

Little Sister by Dwight Yoakam

Killing Time by Clint Black

Machinehead by Bush

Little Things by Bush

Swallowed by Bush

Bubblegoose by Wyclef Jean

Poly Sci by John Forte

Guns don't Kill Ducklings, Ducklings Kill Ducklings by I don't remember

16 Days by Whiskeytown

For Me This is Heaven by Jimmy Eat World

Long Black Veil sung by Johnny Cash

Off to Sea Once More by David Grissom and Gerry Garcia

SoWhat by Miles Davis

Desire by Ryan Adams

The Island by the Decemberist

Prostitute 2 by Lil' Wayne

Good Morning by Kayne West

Rock Salt and Nails by Buddy and Julie Miller

Tomorrow Night

I was listening to the song Tomorrow Night by Patty Griffin and it got me thinking...

How often do we (well I) look to the future we hope to happen and miss out on the things that are taking place in the present and the joys that sneak up on you from your past. 

I'll start with the joys from the past. It is pretty easy for me to think I didn't accomplish much as a young life leader and blame myself for the places I see my guys in now. God doesn't let us sit in this place very long, mainly because its sinful and just not true. Over and over again the past year He's revealed to me the impact I had on Stafford High School. I can't fully express the encouragement I get from seeing Eric, Mark, Phil, and Josh lead young life. Even more than that to know they love the Lord and desire to seek Him as this point of their lives. To know that Ben is in a place with people I love and who will love him as the Lord loves him, is peaceful. God is in charge not me, and that is something we can all be thankful for. I was able to talk shortly with Petey and Charles, two guys who will forever be on my heart and I have to give over to the Lord to know He's got a plan and a time for both of them.  We can never underestimate the work we do for the Lord no matter for how long or how poor a job we think we do. 

The present, it's a tricky place to find oneself and ironically we never leave it. I don't like being in the now, I try to analyze it through the thoughts of the past and can't stop thinking about what the future could be. Chris and Lauren came to visit this weekend and it was wonderful. I was able to have them over and throw a little dinner party for them and the people we all love. It felt right and it was a great chance to relish in the present. I talk about how I'm really happy right now, and its true. I love the place the Lord has me and I don't plan on going anywhere soon. I love the present, presently. But I know if I'm not careful I'll fall right back into planning out what the best future is for me and living in a world of made up life and excitement. 

And last but not least, the future. As I mentioned earlier it is very easy for me to dwell in the future. I find comfort in planning it out, with all the possibilities wether real or not, there is something comfortable for me in the unknown. However, me resting in the future is sinful, it keeps me out of the present and serving the Lord where He wants me. 

In listening to Tomorrow Night I couldn't help but think about how I wait for tomorrow night in hopes of what will happen and then realize what I might be missing out on in the now. I don't want to miss out on the now in hopes of the future anymore. I don't know how to do this yet but I'm going to figure it out and make sure the Lord is a part of it, I'll keep you informed on my progress.

we are here

Oh the joys of thanksgiving...

we'll start on wednesday. I met two great friends Dom and Liz for lunch at Jess' Quick Lunch on court square. Which was followed by pumpkin ice cream at Klines. It was wonderful to catch up with them and share such a great lunch. Leaving the lunch I was happy and I can say now, Dom and Kevin were great roommates and friends and I was blessed to live with them for the time I did. Not to mention that their wives make up a group I am more then proud to be a part of: the headlights. 

I arrived home shortly after that to spend time with my parents and wait for Ash and Ryan to arrive with Brinks for the holiday. They arrived and we ate chili and dairy/gluten free pumpkin pie, which was quite good (it helps that I love rice pudding and gingersnaps. We watched Wall-e and relaxed. Ash brought treats from Eileen's, which secured it as my favorite bakery, hands down. After all the festivities Mom Ash Ryan and I played a very intense game of rumi cube. I love thanksgiving in all parts and this one was a top performer. 

I left friday morning to stop in Lex, pick up Kari and held to Cinci. I love this place. We arrived to the hoopla of the apple store to see Mandy helping someone fulfill their ipod dream. We headed to Deweys and got good gourmet calzones. The next morning an event happened I've been waiting a few years to accomplish, I adventured around Jungle Jims. I loved it, everyone was right, I knew they would be. Ate at Green Papaya, sushi is growing on me and so is spicy asian food. Then Kyle came over to Mandy's and we dominated at scene it, yentil, it's all I need to say. We then (Mandy Kari Tex and I) awaited Tee's arrival and then head to LaRosa's for pizza and toasted pepperonis. Now for the event of the evening... Festival of Lights. We ran around the zoo like happy children, see all the great animals and light shows. Jumping pictures were the laugh highlight. Then it was off to Hofbrauhaus for german beer and good times. Mike and Sara arrived and lead us in a riveting game of 10 fingers. Tex and Kari stayed in kentucky, and we all headed back to OHio. Gameday, sunday. watching the game not fun. Hanging out with Kevin, well worth it. and I had rain paints which kept me dry. After the game we headed to meet Josh, Kyle and a surprise Caitlin at a very matter of fact restaurant. CHINA FOOD. and it was china food and good. I got everyone but Josh to order egg drop soup, which is a good chinese soup. I had breakfast this morning at Brueggers with Joe and we caught up on life and the Lord and it was good. 

If I could sum up my time in cincinnati with a word, it would be replenishing. This is a big city that I feel comfortable in, a community that I love and have a place in. People I love and desire to love better each time I am with them. It is easy to say I have a place in finneytown I can call home, I even feel like the town is a second home town. Kevin Josh and Kyle are guys I love to spend time with and hear about their lives and want to share mine with them. Joe never ceases to amaze me with his openness and willingness to share, its encouraging and challenging. The Bengals break my heart but I love them nonetheless and know they will succeed. It's a place I could spend days just seeing people and thanking them for being a part of my ministry and life and for sharing their city with me, so know all of you are loved and cherished. 

The drive home was longer than normal due to the weather. On an honest note I prayed more and laid my heart in to God's hands during this trip, winter weather is my favorite to watch on tv but not drive in. Needless to say from the tamarak till lewisberg I told the Lord I trusted him and asked him (maybe told) to end the snow, and he did, the road cleared up and as we entered Virginia the sun came out. Leaving the tam I had insisted Tex not wait for me because I would not be driving fast enough for him, he didn't. He passed me a little before the snow started and then remained there at 45 mph until the snow subsided. I had 5 people with me in my car, my mom praying from Harrisonburg, the lord calming me through it, Tex and Kari guiding me out of the weather and Sandra McCraken singing to me about Jesus. without all of them I don't really know what the storm would have been like, I probably would have stopped or broken down (me not my car, she's a champ) and just gotten angry but i didn't. as we exited the storm I checked my phone for service to call my mom and let her know I was almost home and out of the bad weather. but I had a text that just said "we are here". I don't know when exactly it was sent but I'm glad it was. I sent thanks back and then began to cry, really just a few tears because I got myself back together and laughed at the Lord and what he did there. I am blessed with a Family that loves him and me and I can enjoy in all things. I have friends who don't mock me for my fears but help me through them and laugh with me at my ridiculousness. I have places that God has given me to see him and see him clearly. 

This is a long post to talk about thanksgiving but I needed to get it all out and put into writing the blessings I've been given as to not doubt them or minimize them. He is a good God, I said that many times today and without a doubt it is my favorite way to describe him. He is good and I love him. 

a small note: all the mention of food is important, 1. because its part of me and 2. I'm learning more and more that my love of food and the gift I have of creating it are from the Lord and I thank him for it. I won't down play my ability just up play who has given it to me. So when talking about thanksgiving food must be mentioned because I am thankful for it. 

He is good.

There are a couple things that have sparked this post:

1. I just finished reading all my friends blogs

2. The butternut squash in the oven is beginning to smell 

3. Lyle Lovett and friends are singing on tv

With our first fall weekend past, fall settling in, and the west coast fast approaching, I seem to have a lot on my mind. It was good to have young life out at camp. Though I'm there to serve anyone who comes to camp, I can't help but feel like I'm in my niche and in stride with Christ as I walk out into the dining hall during a meal and see high schoolers there eating and knowing they are in the midst of something monumental. They could walk from death to life in a matter of hours. I wouldn't give up the feeling for anything. God is good. Very good. 

I made the decision yesterday to go to Disneyland next Monday. I'm hoping my dear friends let me hold to the idea that it was my decision to do this and not theirs, though lets be honest, their unyielding love of Disney and how fun they are swayed my mind. I debated for awhile and held strong to the thought that spending a day along in Venice beach would be a great thing, and it would, but this vacation is as much out our friendship and the fun we all have together as anything else and why would I miss out on that, plus (this may or may not have been a major factor) its Halloween at Disneyland as at her sister Disney world, and I wouldn't want to miss that since I've seen it at the world. 

This Wednesday I have a huge privilege, I'm part of a legacy testimony for the Newport News YL banquet. If there is one things (believe me there's more) I struggle with, its trusting that the Lord used me in my time at Stafford. Now He's set before me this, I can't deny or ignore what will happen on Wednesday, God's will and plan for his people will be spoken through six of us, six men He used and will continue to use. I am blessed. 

Steve and I met with Chaplain Park on Friday morning. The Lord was there. I am truly excited to see what the Lord has planned for us at VMI. At the same time I'm nervous, I need to rely on God. I'm not really the manly type and in my self doubting brain I worry how I will relate to these cadets. Yes I know its God, He will relate us to each other. I don't know why I doubt. He is bigger than me and the army and the prowess that is VMI. God was there on Friday and He'll keep being there when we start meeting. I know this because He is good and everlasting. And loves me. 

This is weeks away but my excitement for it would make you think I was going tomorrow. 

CINCI... I love this place. I'm going for thanksgiving, how fitting. I will see some of my favorite people. Know my excitement. 

just for an update:

1. The butternut squash was good.

2. The concert made me smile.

notes on a scandal

nope just my week...

This week at camp we had 18 area directors who have only been on staff for 0-2 years at camp for a training. The centurion project being its official title. I guess they're becoming centurions, I don't know. But it was great. I was able to serve some of my favorite people with great food and facilitate a good environment for  them to learn and grow. I wasn't alone in this task, Tex and Julie also did great things and made great food for them (I should have taken Julie's advice and not put onions in the quesadillas). Someone made the comment that it is crazy and a little ridiculous that this group of people are the future of young life in Virginia (yes they are young and high spirited to say the least) but I couldn't think of a better group of people for the Lord to use. Don't take this persons comment wrong they weren't looking down on the group at all, I think just surprised at who was in the room. The 18 people are some of my favorite people, because the Lord has given me the privilege of growing up in young life along side most of them. I've gotten to be apart of some of their weddings and others I count as great friends. All of them I know strive after the heart of the Lord in a way I desire to know and yearn to do. They inspire me in the ministry we team in and encourage me in my walk (though because of many reasons I've probably never told them this). Needless to say, I'm excited about what God has planned for this great commonwealth. 

On Friday I went with Kari to see Nick and Norah's infinite playlist and eat dinner at McAlister's Deli. Dinner went as usual, it took several minutes to decide what to eat and then the determining of who was going to order as to not get the same thing (since I'm a little crazy about that). The movie was great. I could say a lot but it was funny, and has a sweet sound track. The thing that I like most about the experience is that we were in a theater with mostly high schoolers watching a movie about high schoolers and it was cool to hear what they laughed at and what the kids beside me would comment about. 

Saturday night we ventured back up to Waynesboro to hear Jamie and two of his friends play at a open mic night. Jamie is a great song writer and performer. Sitting there listening to him play you could tell he had his heart in the words he had written. It has been a while since I've gotten to listen to a friend play their own music, I like it. 

And now I'm making my chili (honestly its rachel ray's though I've begun to tweak it into my own) and listening to the soundtrack to nick and norah (I know I know I'm a sucker for soundtracks). I love this chili and apparently other people do as well since it was requested for small group tonight. It means fall is here, and that makes me happy. People often ask "so what do ya'll do now that summer is over" and I quickly tell them we relax and have fall weekends, my favorite time of year. I love this time of year at camp and life in general. Its quiet even though so much is beginning again. It's when we are able to sit as a community and catch up and laugh and not think about work (ok maybe I still think about work but its ok I'm getting better).

no scandals just my week, which could be scandalous if you wanted it to be. 

North Carolina

Great Weekend. We traveled in a circle from lex to washington to asheville back to lex in four days. I haven't done that much traveling in a long time. There is something great about driving (granted I never once sat behind the wheel). With an average of five hours between each stop on the trip, the car time was as much apart of the weekend as all the events that took place. With plenty of stops for drinks (coffee, diet coke and a lot of meals). To my joy, two songs became a staple (granted I pushed for them at first) for dull radio moments, track 3 and 4 of Kings of Leon new album. Check it out. The whole album.

Stop one: Washington NC

DC got married, how crazy is that! I'm really excited for him. The wedding itself was great, ironic bad sound problems, but they were so happy and excited and served me communion. I was able to spend time with four of my favorite people, The Sharps. Then there was the after party. There is something very fun about staying in a camper. Saturday was a great day.

Stop two: Asheville NC

It is by far one of my favorite places in america if not the world. I don't really know what it is about that place. I would say its the food or the downtown or the mountains. on a side note as we drove through north carolina my heart relaxed when mountains came into view, which I'm taking as a sign I should stay near them. It's also said that the people make the place and that is undoubtedly true about Asheville. This trip held some first, like a visit to the Biltmore and showing Tex around the great city. I got to spend time with my favorite dog Homer. If I could clone him I would, hands down. No questions asked. As usual the time spent with Chris and Caroline was super quality and I cerish them both as friends and can't wait for little Davic Giavonni to be around. It makes sense that homer is their dog. Chris taught us how to play blackjack and I think I might play when I step onto the casino floor. I was also blessed to see Kyle on sunday night, all I can say is I wish I had more Kyle in my life. Asheville soothed my soul and gave me the rest people were praying for.

Stop three: Windy Gap

after breakfast at well bred we head out of town and stop at camp to see Emily and show Tex the camp. It was good to see camp. My heart hurt to be there. I was given good advice to remember that feeling and rely on the truth at God didn't want me there this past may. It's heart to rest in that because of everything that is in and around. I know God is finishing a work in me and I'm excited about it, and He wouldn't put that hurt on my heart if He didn't have plans for me later and that's a good thing.

All in All.... good weekend.

two songs

So I've been thinking a lot about waiting the past couple of weeks (ok, my whole life), maybe because I always think about it or maybe because a lot of people have been writing in their blogs on their waiting processes. Here are my two cents on the subject.  

Matt Wertz just released an album and sadly most of the songs aren't new. There are four however that are and they are good. One ironically is titled "waiting"

I'm waiting all of my life been waiting

To get it right, but that still seems like its so far away

And I'm taking all the advice I'm given

I know that he's writing about his own personal experience but it's like he knew what I have been thinking. It's hard to say why I wait and what I'm waiting for. While I wait, I plan out thousands of different things I could be doing and what my life might look like. Why I do this, I don't know. It's not helpful or healthy. I substitute being happy where I am, with trying to figure out what might make me happy. That's why the second verse of Wertz's song hits so close

Maybe if I had a somebody, maybe 

She would stand by me and somehow then I'd act more like my age

Seriously, I don't know how many times this thought has run through my mind. especially then my two months four weddings. I think I know what will create this mid twenties life, I think I can plan it out. The irony is that once I start to walk towards these things given me, I become terrified and sabotage the whole event. 

The past week I've begun to see the sin of what this is. I can't find contentment in what the Lord has given me. I must plan out and imagine a life where I might love him more, live a life more glorifying, or even be more holy and righteous. He doesn't want that, he wants me, he wants me to wait. Driving to work on saturday, knowing it was going to be long and tiresome, I heard the Caedmon's Call song "thousand miles" and could help by know the Lord was talking to me. Refusing to sing along so I didn't burst into tears, I sat and listened and knew its was true and my new desire:

so take my broken offering and make it whole

set my feet upon the road that leads me home

let me walk as one fixed upon the goal

and I know I've got a thousand miles to go. 

So I've got these two songs and they both are speaking great truth into my life. One allowing me to rest in the knowledge that I'm not alone in my thoughts on waiting and what might fix my life and the other giving me a clear hope of what God will bring me to and it might take awhile. 

something new (my blog thesis?)

I always said I wouldn't be starting a blog until I moved away from where I currently am and had people who would want to read about my new life. That's not where I am. I'm contently happy in Lexington working at camp. I am however taking the advice of my friend and roommate, who undoubtedly took the advice of our friend and not roommate, and will begin putting my thoughts somewhere other than my head. I've never really thought of myself as a writer or even someone who keeps a journal. It stems from my fear of writing about the show I watched that day or the trivial activities I may do each day. In my head blogs are this thing people take on to share grand adventures or monumental ideas, not a place for your everyday thoughts. I have learned from my two friends that yes, blogs are for what I thought they were for, but even more they are for exactly what I thought they wouldn't be for. 

So here I am writing my first blog entry. I'm excited and terrified I will just begin writing about grill cheese and 90210 and trying to make something out of nothing to compare to whatever I think a blog should be about. But truthfully if I've got nothing to write then I just don't sign in, it's not like this is some hard leather bound journal sitting next to my bed waiting for my daily scribbles. The thought is also running through my head that this post is some sort of thesis that will entice people to read about my life, so I've got to make it good. 

I'll end with a disclaimer: 

I am a chef, I love to cook, and I plan out my vacations based on where I will be eating, but contrary to the title of my blog, I don't think I'll be posting many recipes on here. The concept came to me, that if when I plan a menu I do it one recipe at a time, and life is about living in the moment, and I think I'm here to write about where life has me and is taking me, why not make this blog like I make a menu: one recipe at a time.