so much!

Authority and submission,Worship and sneaking out of a partially my own party.

      Yep. That’s what I have been up to.

        Cory, my team leader and a man who has earned my respect from both the orangutan dance and his Godly leadership (yes, it’s possible to do both) was teaching on this topic for Friday. Thursday and Wednesday, we had a 24 hour worship session. Not many people get to praise God crazier and more genuinely than an insanely hard partyer. I felt like I should stay for the whole thing, so I did the math and it turns out I went about 50 hours without sleep. And yet, having my heart in that position, I wasn’t tired.  We later on went to the graveyard to watch the sunrise. It’s beautiful!

        Maggie has been matchmaking, and or likening people to movies, and she claims I am Meg from the Disney Hercules, and keeps telling me who my Hercules is.  Uh, no. And don’t worry, there are no red headed British guitarists who make good coffee here, so you have no chance to tease me with that either. XD

   The past few days I have been doing a lot of learning. I got history lessons from the Norwegians, Colombians and Aussies, and I was taught how to shoot hoops (mostly laughed at but that's OK.)  The next thing that happened is the December Pyjama birthday party! There's at least 7 of us born this month.  In this time I realised that large amounts of unwanted/ unexpected touch scares me. Yeah, slumber party games. In said game they kicked the players out of the room, decided what we were going to be, brought us back into the room, and then I was immediately bombarded with large amounts of being petted. Turns out they thought I was a fluffy kitten. I… Kinda ended up in the fetal position in the corner. So as soon as that was done, I disappeared to the coffee shop where I chilled with the film guys and talked about sound people and white balance, and which celebs we would date. Unfortunately, at least three people decided to play with my hair. And Ben kept playing with my feet so I decided he wanted to be a footstool. Yeah… this happens. YWAM is also likely the only place where it’s acceptable to Limbo in worship.

I woke up around three today, I couldn’t sleep. so I prayed.  Good news though, Grandpa is out of the worst, and is arranging wheelchair races with the nurses. 

     It turns out I have a spiritual gift. When I draw, I look in the person and often know what they truly are. So I drew myself. I can’t do anyone else’s honestly without knowing myself. My soul and personality is a bit contradicting. I have so much joy it almost drowns out the depression, so many thoughts it almost drowns out the foolishness, so much to say that I’m not saying. A childlikeness, and an ancientness. It’s like quiet and noise are warring in my soul. God and darkness. And yet I have come so far.