So This Is 20...

     It's almost summertime. And just past my birthday. Since I'm done with my online class now, I've had some time to plot out how this post ought to be written, just haven't quite had time to start typing it yet.

     I've just felt kind of restless lately, not sure why. The dictionary defines it as "unable to rest or sleep; or uneasy." That kinda fits. I've actually been able to sleep some, which is good, but it hasn't been all that restful. And I've just been dragging throughout the day... Besides that, just somehow unsettled. I don't really belong here at the house with everybody any longer...drop in for visits, yes, but living here, not so much. My job(as student) is in Tahlequah, and I don't really belong there, either; but it's where I'm set for the next couple years, looks like. And I don't really enjoy it at all, but...again, it's where God has placed me for the time being, so I figure I ought to attack it and do as best I can. (See Colossians 3:22-24.)

     It's been great to have the animals nearby. Three little doeling(female baby goats) to bottle-feed and play with, Frolic to milk, the dogs, cats, even chickens can sometimes be entertaining. REAL FOOD, especially fresh goat milk. It takes a while to get used to, but it's really good. And extremely healthy. Kabucha is, too, though not as tasty. (That's basically fermented tea.)

     The wonderful fellowship of being involved with GBC weekly again, it's fantastic. Lots of good teaching, as always; but especially-good sermons from Hebrews 10 and 11 in particular.

     Been wanting to write stuff recently, but just can't, quite. I'm not sure why. So I've finally had time to just read for the first time in forever, to actually learn. Discovered three more books in Brock and Bodie Thoene's "Zion Covenant" series that I didn't know existed, so I spent the weekend deep in WWII-era Europe.
     They are such skilled writers, it's terrifying in how important what they did is. Not just because they are intense books, with a world as real as the one we live in now; but because these things actually happened, and they most likely will again at some point in the near future. And when it does, will we have the courage to stand up for the right things? What will our actions say about us? And though the sword might be ruling the day, the most vitally important weapon will still be the pen. Because it brings images and ideas to life, and those can never be completely killed. The truth will need to be spoken. And it can only be taught to those needing to hear by telling accurately what the tale was like.
     And besides, I just love history.

     There are some things that you know are sort of true, but you just don't want to admit that they might not be as fictional as you'd like. For example, well-meaning relatives asking that second of most-annoying-questions-of-all-time(just behind "Where are you going to/What are you going to do after college?"): "So why don't you have/When are you going to find a girlfriend?" Well....I don't know. Getting harder to laugh it off, too... I guess I've sort of realized that dogs aren't quite everything. Think I've gotten the knowledge out of what was before, enough so to make a bunch of new mistakes. When it's time, it'll happen. So I've just kind of been praying that I will become the sort of man able to handle well whatever God decides to throw at me, whatever that might be.

     Done with that summer class in Film Appreciation now, really enjoyed about half the movies I had to watch, wasn't expecting that. But it's been about a week, and it feels like time to get started on something new. So I've just been trying to industriously clean everything I can see that I know what to do with. That isn't much, though. But the floor always needs sweeping and trash needs to be hauled up the driveway, so those are some useful things. And Amy often needs to be babysat, that can certainly be an adventure.

    Might attend the Youth Tour reunion in July, I need to check on the registration on that...found out Tauri will be coming to NSU this fall, that's cool. Courtney's hoping I'll be chosen as a counselor for camp this year. Hard to believe it's already June.