Well, I write to you well rested at last (anything is an improvement after sleeping in the car Saturday night) and coming off of a great weekend of speaking at the Lake Highland & Lake Brantley Student Venture Savor Retreat @ the Warren Willis Camp in Leesburg, FL. After 3 hours of sleep on Friday night and a slow start to the trip we eventually hit the road towards Leesburg. Upon arrival, encountered a mini-Mexican invasion and thought it would be funny to tell the kids that we had messed up and were not booked into this weekend. It was pretty funny to see them get upset, but even better when Ryan and I told them the truth.
I didn't feel entirely on top of my speaking this weekend...only to be reminded that I am never on top of anything. I did have moments where I felt God moving within me and my voice carrying things I didn't have to say. I at least hope they walked away with something. Beyond losing all of my power point slides-twice-, projecting onto a wall that split the images like a prism, quoting incorrect scripture, saying Jeremiah was in the New Testament, and continually knocking over mics and band equipment...I hope God was glorified above the mess.
I marvel at how we, as humans, feel connected to certain groups of people. There is really little in common between me (and-well-anyone) and these Lake Highland students, aside from going to a "privileged" private school. Yet, I'm drawn to them for some reason. I can relate to having everything they have in a worldly sense..and seeing the wonder in their eyes about obtaining everything in an eternal sense. This whole feeling of being drawn to that school has been uncanny. I can't explain it---something that usually translates into a call upon my heart. I found myself last night missing my sugar-hopping, energy drink guzzling, shaving cream launching ADD brethren. I find myself hoping I can make it out to their campus again tonight.
Without fail, the obligatory ADHD side of my mind: It feels odd to finally be 21 years old as I can remember being in high school and thinking 21 would be the prime of my life, now I think it may have been then, or may be tomorrow. I think my Explorer gets about 4 miles to the gallon instead of the promised minimum of 14. I'm convinced Moe's puts nicotine in their burritos. I wouldn't mind running into the love of my life right about now. I long for some wonderful past memories: beach bbq's..golfing with friends..high school parties..dog-tracks with Lance..the Dominican Republic..smoking cigars on the boat in the middle of the lake at midnight..Kobe's..impromptu bonfires..playing guitar..watching it rain. I've neglected the list of Things to Do Before I Die. I'm ready for this semester to be over.....I've completely zoned out of what I was writing about, thank you attention deficit. Until next time, remember, don't make anyone a priority that makes you an option. Peace<><
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