I dont think anyone even looks at this any more? This has obviously become a place to layout all my depression. it seems to help for a minute just to get it out of my body. i lerck in the shadows of it daily but get down in the deep pit of it when all the daily shit piles up. When will i be happy or will i ever find joy in my life? To finding my happy.

I have had some comments very recently of the fact that i need to blog, until the past couple of weeks i had almost forgot that i had one, but since there is such a push for me to blog, then i will. 2 the college world series is awesome, but not the same as being there.

I could work with college students the rest of my life. I love doing what I do. I love Monday nights, I love Sunday mornings, I love home group nights, I love Saturdays at Forsyth Park. I love having our pantry raided by hungry college students. I love seeing young adults make their own decisions. I love seeing faith lead to action. I have learned, lately, that I love being where I am supposed to be. I love being WHO I am supposed to be. For much of my adult life, I was neither.

I have a few excuses for that. To wrap up this emotional gut spilling.