It's been almost a month since I posted last, almost two months since I began working at PHC. This is life in transition; it feels to me like the longest summer of my life. I am very tired, and so many things are topsy-turvy and new that I don't even know how to interpret everything that is happening inside of me. When it all hit me, my reaction to everything was, "Bad, bad, pain!" I literally felt like I had died in some way. Thank God that I can know Him, and so I know that life comes after death for a Christian. I am stumbling blindly through, and things are getting better. In counter to a previous post, I am not strong. I am very weak. But the good news is that the stronger bits are starting to reassemble.

I am now able to volunteer at the Purcellville Teen Center regularly every Friday night, and I'm starting to get to know the kids a little bit as people. This involves a lot more listening than talking. Tonight I'm gonna give one of the girls a beautiful little Bible I found in the PHC Bookstore. I hope she will read it. She needs some light right about now.

This weekend I am going with my friend Thea to her family's lake house in WV. I went there two weekends ago as well. It is so beautiful; I think I am in love with natural bodies of water. When I am in or near water and out in the sun, I can stop and just be.

Last Sunday I attended Grace Community Church in the morning, Loudon Baptist Temple in the evening, and then evening worship at school after that. I was so thirsty; I drank it all in. Jesus is the answer to all questions. He heals. He does this just by being Himself, an active person who is at work. I don't have to do anything to "make" this happen. I just have to ask.  ¶ 8:30 AM