thankyou

I have a theory, And be honest with yourself. Latly I have been hearing allot about being joyfull in the Lord. "Consider it pure joy, when you are in trials....somthing something". So here is the question. When have you felt nearest to God. Answer, and what I believe, when you are in a trial.
In church on Sunday, I was looking back on my life and thinking of the time that I felt closes to the Lord, and in those times where the times I had hardship and had to rely on the Lord to get me threw.
So that is pretty much it for the preaching part, I just wanted to sound cool. I still only have four more weeks at wal-mart, and then Camp for two weeks. I really dont know what I am going to do, and to tell the truth when I think about it I am scared. But, the words of a great friend, "step out on faith." The first step is always the hardest, dude just like Indian Jones and the last crusade, that part where he can't see the bridge but he still steps on it, and then like bam, it's there. Of course if I based my life around a movie, it would have to be something with more depth to it. Kung pow, enter the fist.

Strangers from Christ

One thing that I will always take from Brooks is that a friend will tell you it is a good picture, A true friend will tell you what they really think about the picture. For the past three months I have been working at Wal-mart, mostly because I was to lazy to find a better job. But because I am going to be camp counselor for two weeks in July and wal mart not giving me the time off, I will be leaving the job. Here is where the story come into play, last night I was working and a woman came into my lane ( I am a chasier) and she had a UCSB shirt on. SO I asked her about it and she told me that she works with the school. Here it comes, I told her I went To brooks, and she looked at me and said......."WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Hitting me with a tone of bricks. I can't tell you how long I have wanted someone to say that to me, everynone says,"hey its good that you got that job." I need someone to punch me in the stomach. I am a Brooks freaking Grad working at wal mart. F*&$ where did I go wrong. Don't worrry, I am not blaming it on any one, I know that the person is me. It is just easier to point fingers that to take the blame. So here is my plea, my Brookie firends, please keep punching me in the stomach. I need that push. It was so much easier when living with Blaine and David, photography was all around, but I guess the true test is what I do with my life, I have the skill, Well just a rant that I am to tired to spell check. It is just really cool, how the Lord uses complete starngers to get my mind back on track. Man, what did I just write.

Me, Jags, and women

Let me correct myself, the women where at a wedding, so it should say, me and Jags, word.