If blogs are supposed to be short snidbits of thought.. I have failed/

So who would’ve thought I’d actually follow through with the whole “making a blog for the heck of it,” thing, OR would’ve thought I’d find myself sitting here not even 12 hours later wanting to do this thing called blogging once more.. OH THE HUMANITY! :O I have yet to decide if this is going to be one of those blogs that have some sort of witty point, or discuss the latest topics in the world. I’m assuming not, which I’m fine with… I’m sure there are hundreds of thousands of blogs similar to that… is just going to be… exactly what I named it! Haha, I knew I felt the name was right. These will just be rants of the heart’s desire, little moments and thoughts pertaining to my life captured in one collective writing.

As I type this I am unsure what I want to share with whoever happens to stumble upon my blog, but if the individual that does were truly intelligent, they would begin to pick up on the little things that lie within these mere words, see past what I presenting but see the meaning behind it. No worries, I’ve yet to figure out the meaning of this one as well. I’m probably not making any sense at the current moment but that tends to happen to those who are sleep deprived.


I’m excited for the activities that are on my agenda today, for I am going hiking at the Pinnacles in Berea. It’s a beautiful place to be, surrounded by nothing but nature. It’s quite the piece of work to get through but I believe it is completely worth it in the end. You feel somewhat of accomplishment when you finally reach the destination of the top and can look out over the ledge and see nothing but a beautiful view surrounding you. It makes you forget about all of the trouble you may have had getting there, but for that one little moment, everything is just fine. I like the idea of being separated of the daily worries of my life, even if it is just for a small moment, to enjoy the wonders of God’s creation and beauty. I have never been on the trail that we are going today, but from pictures I can just imagine how it will be, the view is going to be simply breath taking, and I can’t wait!

Another thing I can’t wait for is camp. I have exactly one week until camp begins, and I am thrilled. Camp is something that is been in my life since I was 8 years old; I have so many memories surrounding camp and hold them very dear to my heart. I am excited for the bonds that will be made, bonds that aren’t made with just the fellow staffers, but the closer bond that I will have to God. Going to college changes things a lot, puts a new perspective on your world. Sometimes, no matter how strong you think you are, how long you’ve gone to church, how often you pray… you can still fall to the temptations of this world. That’s normal, no one is asking you to be perfect, and if they are they need to take a glance in the mirrors at themselves. The whole point of this is that I miss being on that level with someone, having that close bond. Knowing that no matter what may happen I have someone there for me that loves me wholly for who I am. Not for whom I am not. It excites me, and I can’t wait to spend time with the campers, the whole week we spend our time becoming close to them, hopefully impacting them for the better.

I’ve realized that if blogs are supposed to be short, snidbits of thought, then I have surely failed, but you know what? I’m okay with that. This is one thing I don’t mind to fail at. It’s good to get ones thoughts out of your mind, although that just leaves room for more to come. My mind constantly spins with thought, sometimes it’s the same thoughts over and over, but other times it’s something different than the norm and I like it. A good example of that would be oregano… but for anyone who doesn’t know the meaning of what was meant of that word… you shall never know!

I suppose I am going to start preparing for the day, but before I do I will share a GMH. By the way, the one from yesterday was one that I wrote about my mother. ;)

I was on my way home from a difficult day at work and sat at a stop light crying,

I looked over and this little old man with a cowboy hat was singing country.

That alone brought a smile to my face but when he looked at me and saw my tears he pretended to lasso and pull me in.

Cute old men who know exactly what a girls dream man would do GMH.