Well back into the swing of things.
And I have found something new to spend my time on.

Wow.

This has been one of the best years I have gone to Mexico.

And the easiest.

God was so behind everything.

I saw death and fought.
        I saw life and rejoiced.
            I played with kids, and was fought over.
                For I am the wind.
Yes I am the wind.

Children had their feet washed, and new socks and shoes put on their feet. Armored with breastplates, girded with belts, hats placed, shields of faith for defense, and armed with the sword of the spirit.

Every word that was brought, was brought for me. Harmonics of love, of life, and sacrifice. Themes that resounded in my soul. Faced with a shadow of myself.

“Sacrifice a dream for a bigger one.”

Dreams of houses, owning land, having a comfortable life, contrasted with life of no showers, having no belongings. The first is what I want, but when I hear the second I just cry.

Afraid of what it might cost. And awed at its power.

From Ask Yahoo!

Unless you (miserably) flunked Civics 101, you know the vice president takes over in the event the president dies. But what happens if the veep isn’t around? Don’t worry — the U.S. government is well prepared.

Rather than simply recite the list of succession, let’s imagine a highly unlikely, though technically possible, scenario. Say the V.P. (1) is abducted by aliens. Hey, no problem, because the Speaker of the House (2) can run the country. Too bad he spontaneously combusts when he hears the news. That means the President Pro Tempore of the Senate (3) will do the job.

Sadly, this guy is mauled by an escaped bobcat. Enter the Secretary of State (4). Uh oh, explosion at the fireworks factory! Here comes the Secretary of the Treasury (5). He’s crushed by a pile of money. The Secretary of Defense (6) takes over. He chokes on a celebratory Milky Way bar. Bouncing back won’t be easy, but we think the Attorney General (7) can unite the nation.

But then, on a field trip to the local amusement park, there’s a merry-go-round accident. The attorney general and the secretaries of Interior (8), Agriculture (9), Commerce (10), Labor (11), Health and Human Services (12), Housing and Urban Development (13), Transportation (14), Energy (15), Education (16), Veteran Affairs (17), and Homeland Security (18), are all wiped out. The nation plunges into chaos until Ryan Seacrest declares himself dictator for life, at which point everything quickly returns to normal. The end.

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Okay enought of that. It made me laugh early this morning, ranking even an audibale “ha” at 4:15 in the morning. Yeah, I woke up at like 3:55 this morning. Just randomly. I think I was thirsty. I drank water in two seperate dreams, no wait, three times. Now I am up looking forward to going to mexico.

The seventh and eighth are the event for work, so pray that things go smoothly and God moves.

The seventh through the 15th is mexico. Pray that things gor smoothly and God moves. As Andrew said, we WILL flunk with out Jesus. So pray, spend time weeping and crying in the quiet of the night for Him to move.

So ends my ‘early-even-for-my-east-coast-friends’ post. And my last one till I come home victorious.

With seventeen types of rock-awesomeness. The sun was out, I was in shorts and a teeshirt, sitting on a front porch drinking a cool sangria. The birds were singing and tomorrow we leave for mexico. That all leads up to a day of rock-awesomeness.

My bag weighs sixty pounds. I don’t know why.

I put my bed in it.

That could be a reason.

SO if you guys are they praying type, pray for my coworkers as they are doing an event in australia right now.

AND if intersession is your type of thing, pray for our group going down to Mexico.