humhumhum

so maybe things will work.
my dad is seeing my moving out for what it is.
an experience to help me grow.
hung out with some of the gang tonight at Rachel's house.
it was cool.
i'm feeling awfully creative.
i want to do something.
walk through the town guitar in hand, the soft glow of street lights overhead guiding me, melodic tunes resonate through my hands to the guitar creating a new cadence.
music burns within.
a sermon is boiling to the top.
something moving.
i want to walk into the woods and build.
i want a canvas and paint.
a pencil and paper.

God is working me over pretty tough.
i need to get my self in gear.
i need to forget about women.
really.
for once in 19 years i need to set that aside.
He is so good....the master of the universe.

"Theres a mouse on your can...with a nazi helmet and a surf board" says James. That kidder. Thought he was serious for a second about the mouse.

I love when she dances to my music. Creation is beautiful. i love to see it in motion. to see it become a tangible form, moving and expressive.
Probably shouldn't hang out with her...

just wish i could play as well as i do in my head :]

My best canvas is the the minds of the people i preach to. I paint with my words, with my feelings, actions, emotions behind the pulpit. I teach and i convey the message of our Lord with what he has given me. Every sentiment, another seed planted. Every sermon, another demonic stronghold challenged.

My friends know i can be awfully persuasive when i need to be. I used to use it for my own benefit. I use that same gift to further the kingdom now.
A prophet once spoke over me that i'd use the strengths i once used for myself for the Lord.

tomorrow mornin is resume update time.
think i'll take the bike.
can't afford to drive me car anymore.
peace yall