Spring Hill 2005.

25 kids.
7 counselors.

Chad, Zack, Melissa, Kaydee, Evan, and Mike were in my rented red Montana.

Brett Ray was the best speaker I've ever heard.
Daniel's Window rocked the whole weekend.

743 acres of insane Christian Retreating. It was rejuvenating.
Working with kids again. Sharing the Good News.

We went horseback riding. (my horse's name was Skats...I asked him his story, he was actually King Skats ruler of all the meadowlands but he's called Crazy King Skats because he made all his followers jump off a cliff and that's why he was banished to the Spring Hills Camp riding horse program.)
We did the climbing wall and I'm oh so very old.
We went tubing down the mountain into lakes of ice.
We played paintball and dived and screamed.
We lifted our hands as if touch the One who gave us breath.
We felt the grace and love of Him who took our death.
We experienced God and I saw Him in the stars.

Have you ever felt like you had a purpose and were actually fulfilling it?
It wasn't one of those, I know I'm on this earth to do something big I just don't know what it is, kind of deals.
It was, I'm on this earth for a specific reason and I just did it and I'm still doing it.
I don't wanna be just an ant.


Ants Marching
he wakes up in the morning
does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
never changes a thing
the week ends the week begins
she thinks, we look at each other
wondering what the other is thinking
but we never say a thing
these crimes between us grow deeper
goes to visit his mommy
she feeds him well his concern
she forgets them
and remembers being small
playing under the table and dreaming
take these chances
place them in a box until a quieter time
lights down, you up and die

driving in on this highway
all these cars and upon the sidewalk
people in every direction
no words exchanged
no time to exchange and all the little ants are marching
red and black antennas waving
they all do it the same
they all do it the same way candyman teasing the thoughts of a
sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
programs cutting the corners
loose end, loose end, cut, cuton the fence, could not to offend
cut, cut, cut, cut
take these chances
place them in a box until a quieter time
lights down, you up and die