Take this mouth so quick to criticize, take this mouth, give it a kiss

Wow, there goes July. And how was it you ask? Well...

One word to describe July would be: Crazyunsanctifedblessedcation. Alot of things have changed since I stared out this month, and here at the end I finally feel normal. That's something I haven't felt since December. God is good in solitude, he fashions your heart to be a quiet gentle thing. I've come to see something in those Fields beyond the chaff and the dust and the oaks in the distance, there is a breath, a life, a pathos that seizes you. When I wanted to forget him, and her and everyone, when my cold ego said "I am enough, I am no beggar!" He pursued with every busted knuckle and drink of water. Though now, everyone is leaving and changing, there is a strength I feel, and it's not me.

Thankfully a couple people are coming back, I am Stoked out of my meat computer to see them.

By the way... a meat computer is a mind... it's a Reardon thing...

So what will August bring? There are only two more weeks of harvest left. After that, A Wedding, a Roadtrip, a date with a nice girl, An application to starbucks, and a ravenous desire to serve.

My boss gave me a flyer to joining the local fire department. STOKED!

CNA at LBCC. STOKERED OUT!

Looking at volunteering at SMART (the Laura Bush thingy) WAY PAST STOKED, ARRIVING AT SEIZURE

I'm so ready to talk to people. To take on some rash things that I can see I've been spared this summer. I want to burn, I want to breathe, I want to know this Coming King, I see his face in everyone around me, he's broken, he's hurt, he's thirsty.

Much love all!