Monday, June 11, 2012

"Show em what you're made of Buddy boy!"..."Fluff?"

So, I haven't written in a while because I felt like I had to write a book for each post.  But then today I realized that I don't have to do that.  And I don't really have time to do that to often.  So, this morning I'm just gonna make it short and sweet.
  I talked to Mama for a bit and it made me really miss home.  It was only a 3 min conversation but it made me miss y'all nonetheless.  Hence the title of this post.  I feel like I'm made of fluff right now.
  Brekly is coming soon, which I am really excited about!  She'll be here from Wednesday night to Sunday night.  And yeah.  I'm not working as many hours this week cause I've worked so much overtime lately.
  Spiritually its been hard, Jesus has been showing me little areas at a time in my life that I need to trust Him more, or trust Him with in general.
  Since being out here, I'm kinda realizing that I have trust issues, and that's hard.  I have trouble trusting people and their intentions, and not giving them grace, even though that's probably one of the things I want most from people is grace, yet I have a hard time giving it.
  Lastly before I go, the fires that you might be hearing about are not around me.  They are about 100 miles away in Fort Collins, and I am in Grand Lake.  So, please pray for us that it doesn't change course and head this way.  Right now its going North for the most part, even though its still spreading.  The chances of it coming here are slim.  But yeah, we can be praying for the people its around right now though.
  I love you all!  And P.S. The lake I jumped into the other day, it was 45 degrees!!!!!  Talk about instant brain freeze!
  P.S. I miss hugs, people don't really hug out here.  But Jesus knows I miss them, and one of the older gentlemen here who cooks breakfast is a Christian and when we said good morning today he gave me a hug.

"Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalms 37:4
 

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