The View from Here

At Houseboat camp with our High School ministry.
Mike drummed, Abby and I worked Program staff, now she's a camper and Molly camped Session One.








Floating (quite literally) thoughts...

Life is a blur.. in the past month or so I have only been away alot... 22/41 days...
Houston, Chicago, Dad's services, camp. I must be tired.

Fishing is not just about catching fish. One morning at camp, on the edge of a houseboat, with Colbie Callait playing off the walls of the cove, the water calm, the sun shining down, I finally said goodbye to my Dad. At the same time, I sensed such a peace and presence, that it was ok.

(lighting by God, photo by Tres- taken while the camp was singing Indescribable) I love Houseboat camp. The combination of service, community, water, worship outside in God's creation, immersion to another world. I was made for this. There is honestly no place on earth I would rather be right now than there. So many prayers were answered this week I cannot even begin to list them. It was one of the best weeks of my entire life.


Leading well is hard. I saw lots of it this week and lots of natural mistakes too. Good people going at it. It's sad when people fill in the blanks/unknowns with thinking the worst rather than a spirit of good will. So normal, and yet, so hurtful.

Not a big fan of tubing... don't really understand hanging on for dear life while being drug behind something which is trying to make you fall... but did it anyway because I could go out with Abby and the scenery is gorgeous!