Rock-n-water

Tomorrow I embark on my trip with the First Presbyterians high school youth group.

We're going to Rock-N-Water. A camp up near the American River. We're going white water rafting. =)

The last time I went, I was actually in the youth group. That was about 5 years ago.

Wow Im old..

To be honest It caught me off-guard.

Something that would fall under the "Random" Category in my book.

Only because it's random and foreign to my thoughts. All of my thoughts have been consumed by this next coming month. Going on tour, planning parts of it still, getting ready in general. The "Work" list never ceases to end. But thats life right?

Im always surprised as to how God displays His perfect timing, in the middle of my worst. Right when I thought the spring on the scale was going to explode under so much weight, Im sitting in Day 1 (First Pres.'s High School Sunday morning service) and The Rock-N-Water ad comes up. The revelation hit me that I was going to that. Immediately, like a pack of wolves, my thoughts of tour, lists, and business, jumped the thought of me escaping for while. You don't have time for that!!, When will you get the things you need to get done if you go to that?, It's a waste of time-You don't have any!, What will happen if you don't get the things done?

My whole life I've been afraid of failure, and this is a time where being afraid of failure, almost made me fail.

I asked for help. and I heard Hear it is René. An Escape. A chance to focus only on me. To recharge. But..

there is one condition, You have to trust me and give this huge weight to me.

I've been so exhausted that Im gladly doing just that. Trying at least...

With that, I'm eagerly looking forward to this week. A week in another world, so distant from my cell phone, computer, contacts, etc.. It's exactly what I need.

Jesus, You've been right this whole time...Thank you.

Welcome Home.

Today I found out that one of my younger cousins, whom I haven't seen in about 3 years, was in town. He had actually been in town for 2 weeks. For some reason my family members didn't have a number to give him that would put him through to me. My aunt finally called me today telling me to call him. I did. He moved with his family across the country about 6-7 years ago. We haven't kept in touch too well. We had a lot of catching up to do.

Isn't it crazy how someone can be so different from the person who's lived in your memories? Maybe not in good or bad way, but simply in a different way. Grown up is a phrase that comes to mind. But what do people grow to be? adults? Well then what's an adult? A full time worker who puts in 40-60 hours in the office, A graduate from College, a single mom, an 18 year old who's been kicked out of his house? I guess finances have a lot to being grown up huh? Being able to support yourself. Paying for everything. Not asking or depending on anyone else for money. Maybe taking responsibility for everything we should be responsible for? But there is much, much more to growing up then simply becoming an adult.

The first thing I noticed when he got in the car were the types of questions he would ask. He didn't ask the generic, easy questions. His interests were much deeper, and more real. A genuine interest. "What do you do in your spare time?", "What do you want to be when you grow up?", "Why are you and brother so close?" ...When my brother and I never speak..."

Questions that let you know that the one asking is asking because he or she seeks something. Something to learn, something to take and apply to his own life. It's always interesting to find someone who in a lot of ways reminds you of yourself, and yet, is nothing like you at all. We all like to think people are put in our path for one reason or another. I think that's a good reminder to keep close by.