Time after time

I am content today. I'm not exactly sure why. Church this morning was amazing, I felt more alive there, exactly where I belong being washed by the Holy Spirit, then I had for many, many weeks. But I went into it knowing it would be good, feeling like I was waking up, that I was somehow real again....as if I'd been dreaming for a while and had just been shaken awake, but didn't and don't exactly know where the transition from slumbering to wakefulness took place. Something somewhere whispered that everything was gonna be okay, but I hadn't realized before that anything wasn't ok. Puzzling, but fine.
I went camping this weekend with the boyscouts. It was an interesting experience. I'd always wondered what one of those camp outs would be like without any responsibilities or expectations. I found out. It was great. Much jovialty, laughter, and thoughtful discussions, as well as the inevitable burdensome nonsense that comes from smaller children, but rolled all together it was wonderful. I love talking to Josh. I don't suppose I can really take much credit for who he is, but as his "mentor" I take an enormous amount of pride in his accomplishments. He's growing into a wise, clever, genuine young man, with strength, give-and-take, and randomness all wonderfully intertwined. Haha, he's a great little chap. And so, it seems, is everyone else. I can't help loving them all. And Doc is always great, I hadn't talked to him in a while, so having long discussions with him again was excellent. I feel very loved.
This afternoon I ate lunch with Sean and Justin, which is always exciting, and played Frisbee Golf with the three Middlebrook brothers: Ryan, Thomas and Grayson. I was shown once again how bad I am at that game, but ya know, life goes on and I had fun anyhow. Soooo yeah, that's how things stand this fine sunny Sunday afternoon, and with that, I shall leave you,
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