Virginia mission trip... f-bombing glorious. I'll try to keep this post as skinny as I can, but so much happened. One of the things the Lord really beat into me this week- is that prayer works, crazy awesomely. In the afternoon the team I was on went to do a VBS at an apartment complex. There was this one kid, Reon, at the camp that Meridith got really close to monday and tuesday. On Tuesday she was sitting with Reon at the Bible lesson session of the VBS and Reon all of a sudden stood up and walked away. Meridith followed him and found him sitting down crying. After a long conversation it turns out that Reon's brother had run away from home 5 years ago and Reon hadn't seen or heard from his brother since. Reon and Meridith prayed prayed for his brother and that he would come back, but after praying for awhile, Reon said he didnt believe that it was going to happen, since he had prayed alot before for his brother to come home and he didnt. Long story short, the next day Reon came running up to Meridith the next day and said that his brother called last night and that he was coming home in thirty days (he was in a rehabilitation center) and that reon could visit him 1 hour a day until he got out! Praise the Lord! As soon as Danny and I heard this we both collapsed on our knees. The Lord is amazing! There were MANY other prayers answered along the trip, including 4 times it was pouring rain as we were driving to the morning or afternoon projects, we prayed, and minutes before the camps were about to start the rain completely stopped, you could almost set your clock to it.
        Next thing was just an awesome worship experience I had with God/why I am sick right now. The whole group woke up early (5 o' clock) to go to the beach to have our "Time Alone with God". I was praying to God out loud, away from all other ears, and i started to look at the bowin and crashing waves, and realized that the sea has bowed down to God's majesty since he created it, and I have never done it once in 17 years. For some reason I decided to kneel down on my hands and my face in the sand while partially in the ocean, having the waves crash on me. I really think that God was leading me to do that now, since being in creation while worshiping him reminded me that he created me, my faults, talents, everything to grow closer to him.I was reminded that I am his creation. I felt like that put me in my place, going along with my Kamp Kingsland conviction of pride. Once i was put in my place, I layed there in the ocean stripped of myself, God continued to convict me of one thing after another, all the crap in my life. Its amazing how when you're on your hands and knees before Christ is when God lifts you up the most.
     There are PLENTY of more stories of how awesomely GREAT God is, just from this mission trip, but that will be for another day.

today before art, for breakfast, I had twinkies and an energy drink, plus a super pill. Super pill=cheap cheveron sex stamina pill. Kody and I both took one, just for kicks and giggles, but it made me really hot (temperature wise) and REALLY hungry. Won't post if it worked or not, for decency's sake. And before school Tim and I were parked at a stop light along side a retard bus. Tim decides to change to the song on my CD entitled "retard bus", which consists of a homeless schizophranic black man that plays along to the presets on a keyboard (Wesley Willis, look him up on Kazaa), yelling retard bus into a microphone. Tim is probably going to hell, and a kid in a wheel chair will visit from heaven with pliars and and tear Tim's nipples off and sow them to Tims eyes. YAY!